OPEN MY EYES

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Open my eyes
To see Your Face
That Your Light alone
May shine in me

Open my ears
To hear Your Voice
That Your Word alone
May be my guide

Open my mouth
And breathe in me
That Your Name alone
May be on my lips

Open my heart
And fill my soul
That Your Love alone
May live in me.

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  1. AnonymousJuly 8, 2022 at 12:02 PM

    Another beautiful poem!
    I've saved it.🙂

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