Fingerless Glove

I’m a fingerless glove,
Threadbare but comfortable,
Little bit frayed but I know how to love,
Wrap you in warmth that comes from above.

Honest, that’s not even me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

Yeah, I’m worn around the edges,
Losing threads is just my business,
Burn the frayed ends, I’ll retain this,
I’m somehow usable without fingertips.

Honest, that’s not even me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

That He should choose to wear me,
Use me for my use, never once despairing,
His gentle hands hold all my burdens,
Bear my scars, I couldn’t earn this.

Honest, that couldn’t be me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

The Life of Jesus inside of me!
The Light of Jesus inside of me!

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