I am nothing. I am but an instrument a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are he writes beautifully.

I am nothing. I am but an instrument a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are he writes beautifully.
I am nothing. I am but an instrument a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are he writes beautifully.

I am nothing. I am but an instrument a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes. However imperfect we are he writes beautifully.

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