It was only a handmade trinket,
With little beauty or worth.
Still, the proudest gift she had given
In her five years upon the earth.
When her dad, in terrible anger,
Destroyed her work of art
In blindness, he never realized,
What he shattered was her heart.
What words can I use
To show my gratitude
For all You have done for me?
And what can I say,
That will show, in some way,
How You, Lord, have set me free?
There are no words
To speak Your Grace,
Your wonderful love,
Your matchless Name,
With mercy assured..
I will praise You,
With more than words.
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