Like a fog that mind sets on,
I do my tasks
Of all I'm asked,
So I walk the weary day long.
The world surrounds me where'er I roam.
Themselves they see,
Speaking blasphemy;
It stays in my thoughts as I go home.
I have no escape as time rushes by.
Devotions are lacking.
My soul is left wanting.
Read a verse or two, check the time, and sigh.
Where has my love for God gone?
I do virtuous deeds.
I fulfill all my needs.
Is He to me but a pawn?
Moments of seeking consume me.
God's voice I can't hear.
I pant as a deer.
Where is His face? I cannot see.
But I will remember His promises.
Though my way seems dark,
And my sin drawn stark,
I will hope and cling to His faithfulness.
Glory be to Christ! For He is holy.
Indescribable.
Incomparable.
To stand before Him, I am not worthy.
What no man can do, God can.
Each act that is chosen,
In every moment,
God's known and has fit in His plan.
Christ died for my sins; it is done.
'Cause I have been bought ,
And like a clay pot,
He forms me to reflect His Son.
So in every valley deep,
I will have no fear;
For I know God is near.
His word in my heart I do keep.
His children He will not forsake.
They're loved as much as Christ,
Which is by far the highest.
His grace to them He will not retake.
I repent from loving the cares of the world
More than God.
It's but sod.
May I see steadfast God's kingdom eternal.
And I turn from my lack of zeal.
Worship,
Adoring,
I my heart I pray to feel.
I will think on His name all the day long.
As I draw near,
His voice I will hear.
His sustaining power shall be my song.
Sincerely, Brooke
Sincerely, Brooke
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