Turn my ashes into beauty
for i'm not beautiful at all
i'm at my weakest
Lord but in my weakness, make me strong
i do not need what others know as strength
i need strength in You
my eyes are blurred
my hands are shakey
i'm not who i was
renew me
help me crave you
help me hunger for you
i want to drink of you
i desire you
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