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Lord take my selfishness from me
Cut it from me with one broad stroke
It wells in me with an ugly voice
I have tried to deny it, to push it away
I give it to you. I no longer want it.
I want to be known by you.
Of you.
For you.
Cut away the dead wood that hinders my growth
Take the feelings of importance from me.
I cannot serve you while I serve myself
Humble me Lord.
Make me an extension of you.
I am gifted, but only in you and for you
Let me create for your purpose,
Your song.
Give me the words and images that praise you
Lead to you.
Guide my fingers and my mind, block out all things not of you.
I cannot do this alone.
Lord you are my provider
All my needs are met solely by you
I need not ask, you will fill me up
You answer my needs before I realize I have them.
You heal my wounds with your spirit
You are my beloved
You sing me to sleep when my soul is uneasy
You hold my hand as I weep with my head in the corner
You take my fear in one breath
You fill me with overflowing joy
Your love is oil to my sore joints
Your wisdom is the laughter in my throat
Your presence is a constant reminder of my redemption
Under Your wing I abide
I know a freedom unknown before
You loose my tongue to sing your praise
You are sugar to my lips
balm to my soul
You walk before me and guide me
Your foot is true, Your stride confident
how can shame stand in Your shadow?
all things are Yours, my wants wither to Your needs
My small hands do your bidding, my feet follow your wake
Lord I am humbled before your great power
Why do I ever doubt your love for me?
You are more wonderous than any expression from this crippled tongue.
Your love cradles me
Your touch heals me
I will sing your praises in this victory
I will claim this day as yours
I will claim this body as yours
All things done are through you and of you
I have held fast to your holiness
I praise you!
Great is your love for me
In my darkness I hear your voice
You quiet my heart
Soothe my soul
The battle rages inside of me
A battle for my loyalty
But the war has already been won
I have raised my battle cry
I cried out Lord and you came to me
You have washed me clean
I cling to your love, cleave to your hope
I will walk through this
You will meet me
Lord your love is boundless
And covers my transgressions
I claim the truth of being wonderfully made and push away the depths of sin
I am yours Lord.
Blessed is the Lord, You heard my cry
you answered my fragmented heart with love
You whispered through the raised voices
You cupped my face and whispered
you, my child, are worthy
you covered my pain with your fingers
held it tightly, took it willingly
You put on my ragged garments in trade for golden robes
You gave me my truth when I cried out
You are blessed
Your sacrifice is my rhyme, reason, and voice.
Truth hides from me
my mind is a mire of fear and choices
the fear sucks at my soul, hiding the truth under a pile of rocks.
Lord, what is my truth?
My purpose?
My heart is torn but I know that I need you .
I am not sure which way to turn.
My desire is to run from things that hurt,
things that are not of you
Oh Lord, my heart aches and I cannot see
but you know my innermost thoughts
Help me break the ropes that bind my hands,
remove the cotton from my mouth and let my voice ring clear.
Wash the stink of shame and fear from me
Lord, I feel so broken, heart wrenchingly so
I want to be presentable in your sight, it is the desire of my heart.
I need no one but you
strip me of the roles that define me , lay me bare
expose the hidden parts and use them to your glory
help me walk through this valley into the precious light of Your glory.
Lord, the bottom is endless.
I seem to fall continuously.
Banging violently against the sides of the pit I’ve dug for myself.
My fingers are raw and bleeding from trying to slow the steep descent myself.
My life is sharp and jagged, slicing my soul to ribbons.
Leaving me like a rag doll with its limbs torn away.
I thought I had cried out for You.
Did I not say it loud enough, long enough?
Did I look away when you came to me? Did I ever truly cry out?
A deep gutteral cry that came from my bleeding heart and broken body?
I can feel it welling in me, taking over.
Lord, I want to need you. Want you near to me. I want to reside under your wing.
Sweet Jesus please!!
Heal my mind. Touch my body.
Take my raw fingers in yours and kiss the tips.
taking the pain but leaving the scars as a reminder of how far I ran, how far I fell.
You bring a smile to my lips
You sing my song, loud and clear about all the static
I hear Your voice, feel Your hand
You pull the sadness from me, give me a strong purchase
Lord, guide my thoughts, my hands, my eyes
help me find a foothold
Conversions of thoughts, dreams spoken out loud
taking on a life of their own
taking form, long legs, deep sucking breaths
dreams a metaphor of what i should be
abstract and unintelligible
just a ring to chase down a sunny lane, laughing like a child
young and limitless
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