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Sunday Morning



When I say I’m a Christian

When I say, “I am a Christian”   I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost!  That’s why I chose this way”
When I say, “I am a Christian”   I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble—Needing God to be my guide
When I say, “I am a Christian”  I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak  and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, “I am a Christian”  I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed  and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, “I am a Christian”  I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion  Asking humbly to be taught
When I say, “I am a Christian”  I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are all too visible  But God believes I’m worth it
When I say, “I am a Christian”   I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache,  Which is why I seek His name
When I say, “I am a Christian”  I do not wish to judge
I have no authority…   I only know I’m loved
~~Author Carol Wimmer ~
Have a Blessed Day!
                              

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  1. LOVE this...so true :) Thanks for your sweet comment on my wreath too! Happy Sunday, Laurel

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