This is another older one from earlier this year
Blinded
Blinded, Broken and Torn,
All I can think of is seeing Your face
Captured, bound in these chains
Free now, in a heavenly place
I wade in the filth of this world
Your love it washes me clean
I cut myself, opening old wounds
You touch me, You heal my heart
Your love it covers all sins
Naked I came, and Naked I will return,
But with You I am covered in Your love
Kneeling, amazed by Your grace
In You I am satisfied
From You there is nothing I can hide
You have washed me
You have healed me
You have covered me
How can I turn from You when You are all I need
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I like the flow of this poem and the contentment that seems to be in it.
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