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Here's something that the Lord showed me one day while I was having my devotional time. This is basically what The Lord lead me to write. It kinda turns into poem at the end. Hope you enjoy it. I decided to title it "New".
Lord, just create in me a new heart that will know You. Even though its hard to know You completely, I desire to. It is my only desire. To follow. To draw closer. But the time has come. I lay my life in Yours hands. Completely and fully. Take me, break me, mold me, create me. This heart is Yours. Every sin I lay on You to begin. As You go before the Eternal Father for me, I praise You once again. Take my pride, my jealousy, doubt, my sinful desires. Create me like You. Mold me to how You want me. Lord reign in me.
I am only man, but I have You living in me. I have strength. No trial can defeat me. Every tribulation is in Your hands. But I am still human, merely a man. A man of You, a man of worth. Holding to the promise of the glorious birth. Although I am broken, although I lay dead, I put my trust in You, and my soul is fed. But what is more? A birth or a death? What is this life, but merely a breath? And although that is so, it is long enough for my soul. To ponder, to wander, to hunger and thirst. To lay down, to rise up, to take joy in my birth.
Yours in Christ,
Nate
Lord, just create in me a new heart that will know You. Even though its hard to know You completely, I desire to. It is my only desire. To follow. To draw closer. But the time has come. I lay my life in Yours hands. Completely and fully. Take me, break me, mold me, create me. This heart is Yours. Every sin I lay on You to begin. As You go before the Eternal Father for me, I praise You once again. Take my pride, my jealousy, doubt, my sinful desires. Create me like You. Mold me to how You want me. Lord reign in me.
I am only man, but I have You living in me. I have strength. No trial can defeat me. Every tribulation is in Your hands. But I am still human, merely a man. A man of You, a man of worth. Holding to the promise of the glorious birth. Although I am broken, although I lay dead, I put my trust in You, and my soul is fed. But what is more? A birth or a death? What is this life, but merely a breath? And although that is so, it is long enough for my soul. To ponder, to wander, to hunger and thirst. To lay down, to rise up, to take joy in my birth.
Yours in Christ,
Nate