On the days when my pride outweighs my will to do right, open the door to Your throne room. Let me in on Your love for me. Hold me in Your arms, Father, and wipe away tears from my eyes.
When my sinful desires push aside my weak conscience, open the door to Your throne room. Lord, save a place for me at Your feet. You know it all before I say it. But Lord, let me say it.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
My heart's strength to stand firm is dwarfed by Satan's great drive, open the door to Your throne room. God, allow me to rest in Your peace. Help me to end this frantic search for ways to unlock Your love's open door.
When I'm plagued by temptation and searching for escape, open the door to Your throne room. Replace my dark thoughts with Your great light. Reflect Your love and wisdom in every decision I try to make.
Use the confessions from my mouth, bring healing to my aching heart. Look at me with eyes of deliverance. Redeem my unworthiness. Touch my face with Your nurturing hand; my flesh torn by sin will heal again.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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2 comments:
That is beautiful, Miss Nicki. Did your write it?
PS I joined the blogging world. Hurrah!
Let God be God for you. That is it. Pretty simple, huh? Just let go of the pride, and let God be God.
Too bad we are all so good at holding onto our pride for dear life, when it is so small compared to the great expanse of God's arms trying to hold us.
You are a deep thinker, sister.
Love you.
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