Process me O Lord
Though painful it may be
Kicking and screaming
Against Your will
And in the lonely valley
I stand Your surrendered
Vessel.
Process me Lord
That I Your will may
do.
Then through the process
I shall come to stand upon
The sea of glass having
Triumphed over every foe.
The process has brought
Me face to face
To do Your perfect will.
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