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Here I Am Lord, Thine To Bruise [Here I Am Lord, Thine To Bruise]

Here am I, Lord, thine own to bruise
And bind up, only for thy use.
Chastise now my rebelling soul;
Whilst Thou woundest me, make me whole.

My feeble hands quicken and train;
Fix up these knees that eas’ly sprain.
Sheer me off the unrighteous path
Where endeth wrath for the fool’s bath.

I grasp ’tis him whom Thou lovest
When erreth he, Thou reprovest.
For good Thou wilt my style correct,
So I be found in Thee perfect.

Oh, how they fall that doth despise
Thy right statutes, Thy warning eyes;
They that thy counsels loathe to hear
The wand’ring cat seekest to tear.

Here am I, Lord, born for Thy will;
Melt and morph me aright until
My parts adopt Thy chosen frame:
Faultless gold bar, carved in Thy flame.

Written by: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: Kingsley U. Ayistar

Ukpanyang Kingsley Ayi alias “Ayistar” is a 500 Level medical student of the prestigious University of Calabar Teaching Hospital. Born in the early 90s, he hails from Odukpani Local Government area of Cross River State. He is a Christian, a lover of words and writes for edification and motivation. He believes that “Talents and Gifts are tools for building our God-given dreams into reality.” Though without an award yet, his works has been published in several poetry anthologies like Via Grapevine II, Epistle of Lies etc, and other poetry sites online.

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