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Uses of Me
(Poem)



I sometimes see the uses of me
Like the stars on a cloudy night
There to shine like these gifts of mine
But covered by something out of reach

I know you've given more than I deserve
With these gifts and the blood and the water and mud
And the love you've poured down upon this man
Though sometimes I still find I'm walking blind

I pray you'll come 'round and you'll knock me down
And you'll show me the way of your will
Yeah I pray you'll come by and show me how to die
Just to live in this life you've given