“Here I am, send me”
Who said those words
That haunt me so
And how was I to know
That THAT small voice
That said GO
Would be so insistent
And persistent
Nudging me on, reluctant me
Towards things I’ve never fathomed
I go
In the name of the Lord
With only a badly broken pot
And two work worn hands to offer.
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Heartfelt, and nicely written. Thanks for sharing, Becky!