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Hold, Lead, Fill

Crumbling down before you

Needing your loving embrace

Hold me close in all things

The pieces are all over scattered

Brokenness fills me to the brim

Lead me to wholeness in you

Inward I fold away alone

Grasping out for true freedom

Fill me with your joyful presence

March 2025 – Parish Encounter Retreat: first night

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I am Catholic, loved, and on a mission to serve the Lord.

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