Yours


Since Your breath kindled my fingers to move

As it does everyday

I have come not far, not an inch

I have nothing to offer You.

Returned with Your gifts untouched

My hands held them steady

And the work You asked of me

Busied someone else.

Nothing to my name

I am no writer

The love in me, is but Yours

The light I rode to get here is Yours

I am nothing, but Yours.

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