Mold Me
Father.
teach me to be patient,
before you.
Spirit of God.
Move me,
to meditate on your word,
continually.
So that I may be firmly rooted,
like a strong tree
by a river bank.
Father.
I will not ask you,
to remove this test,
because I know your plan,
is to mold me
into the man you want me to be.
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