@Greatness96 29 September 2020 more from that month

With brokenness

We bring our fears From our heart's bitter stream We pour out tears On the altar of consecration we lay Faults and weaknesses, errors and distractions Piled up in this temple made with clay Giving up thoughts and wayward passions

With feeble hands, we lift THE BLOOD Breaking grounds of faulty foundations Cutting horns that keep our head low in the mud Ready to take our place among the nations We look to the rock from where we were hewn And into the pit from where we were dug, we fix our gaze Guarding our hearts in preparedness To come into relevance and build An army that will break the bonds of wickedness