Alas Oh Lord my heart is troubled, Oh king of Israel hear my call and save your servant from his troubles.
You who sees into the deepest depths of the heart and who's righteous hand humbles the arrogant and uplifts the humble to the throne of kings I call to you in a psalm a prayer a plea.
You call me by name and say I am your son, when I say I am unworthy you say I am more than worthy. To hear your voice is my greatest pleasure to feel your spirit in the wind is my pride but alas Oh Lord I hear whispers that makes something spark in me but I am afraid to let it shine.
Yours is a voice that is hard to recognize one that is as clear for the righteous and the pure and yet vague even in the blessed of times. Again Oh Father I hear whispers, I hear a whisper inside that says I have a virtuous heart that you will raise me to great honor and glory in your kingdom that you oh God have chosen me for greatness of the few.
But as I hear this even within my own soul I say to you my king surely not me Oh father, for while you see your child as pure and righteous in your own eyes He sees the darkness and neither considers himself worthy for such words nor does he believe them.
What is a virtuous heart among men, among the humble sinners that you have called by name? it is the one whose heart is abound in agape Love, the one on the throne looks upon such a heart with great pride and boasts among the angels of that servant.
For you honor and glorify the humble and you make kings and queens of those whose hearts cry to you in adoration day and night yes Lord even as they sleep in their beds you hear their hearts crying to you in love abba.
But I my king cannot consider myself as one of these servants you boast of, if it is your voice that whispers what I heard I cannot understand. The words that were spoken created a light within my soul but as I feared of being prideful and for believing I am anything great in your kingdom the light dimmed wanting to shine wanting for me to believe but fear of being anything but humble would not allow it.
I recall dear father when we first met I recall as I stood on your right hand side as you showed me beauty that I will never again see until I fade from this world. it is that place that I will always stand for I am at your disposal i am an empty vessel that only your will may fill the void is yours alone to enrich.
Hear my prayer Oh God and comfort your servant show him who he is in you and know that whether he is raised as a honored king in your hands or he is kept as a lowly servant who dares not even consider himself worthy to serve you in even petty matters this child of yours this servant this sinner will love and adore you with an endless and everlasting love with no end for ever and ever
You who sees into the deepest depths of the heart and who's righteous hand humbles the arrogant and uplifts the humble to the throne of kings I call to you in a psalm a prayer a plea.
You call me by name and say I am your son, when I say I am unworthy you say I am more than worthy. To hear your voice is my greatest pleasure to feel your spirit in the wind is my pride but alas Oh Lord I hear whispers that makes something spark in me but I am afraid to let it shine.
Yours is a voice that is hard to recognize one that is as clear for the righteous and the pure and yet vague even in the blessed of times. Again Oh Father I hear whispers, I hear a whisper inside that says I have a virtuous heart that you will raise me to great honor and glory in your kingdom that you oh God have chosen me for greatness of the few.
But as I hear this even within my own soul I say to you my king surely not me Oh father, for while you see your child as pure and righteous in your own eyes He sees the darkness and neither considers himself worthy for such words nor does he believe them.
What is a virtuous heart among men, among the humble sinners that you have called by name? it is the one whose heart is abound in agape Love, the one on the throne looks upon such a heart with great pride and boasts among the angels of that servant.
For you honor and glorify the humble and you make kings and queens of those whose hearts cry to you in adoration day and night yes Lord even as they sleep in their beds you hear their hearts crying to you in love abba.
But I my king cannot consider myself as one of these servants you boast of, if it is your voice that whispers what I heard I cannot understand. The words that were spoken created a light within my soul but as I feared of being prideful and for believing I am anything great in your kingdom the light dimmed wanting to shine wanting for me to believe but fear of being anything but humble would not allow it.
I recall dear father when we first met I recall as I stood on your right hand side as you showed me beauty that I will never again see until I fade from this world. it is that place that I will always stand for I am at your disposal i am an empty vessel that only your will may fill the void is yours alone to enrich.
Hear my prayer Oh God and comfort your servant show him who he is in you and know that whether he is raised as a honored king in your hands or he is kept as a lowly servant who dares not even consider himself worthy to serve you in even petty matters this child of yours this servant this sinner will love and adore you with an endless and everlasting love with no end for ever and ever