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I'm no poet.

My pen won't stir you.

But my heart, my heart could tell you of a million drops of mercy,

like dew, fresh and new each morning.

I'm no dancer.

My feet won't move you.

But my heart, my heart could dance you radiant grace,

poured and lavished, warming and lifting.

I'm no artist.

My brush won't dazzle you.

But my heart, my heart could paint faithful love,

powerful enough to shake the earth and gentle enough to wipe away tears.

I'm no author.

My words won't inspire you.

But my heart, my heart could tell you of the Savior, who is Love incarnate.

Who transforms and redeems. Who has rescued me.

I'm no musician.

My songs won't fill your ears.

But my heart, my heart will always sing of Jesus Christ.

His saving grace. First in my heart, and love of my life.