Father, it's late and night has come. The world is asleep, but I'm not ready to sleep. I have something to say. I have something in me that must be said. I've read your words. And I've fallen in love with it's beauty and power. It's grace and majesty. I want to tell the world about you and about your son. I desire to see New Jerusalem. To walk through the gates of Israel. To worship at your holy temple. To sing praises to your holy name with all the saints. And I never want to leave that place, for there is where true happiness is.
But everyday, Lord, I keep making mistakes. I say the wrong things or I don't say anything. I do the wrong things. I think on evil. And I laugh with sinners as if we were one. Then I see myself and think to myself, how can you be the one? Do you truly think you will reach Jerusalem? You are hot and cold. You go two ways, and there's only so many days to get this right before you go away.
Father, I know you hear me, because you hear every word that man speaks. And I know you see also for your eyes see all things, nothing is hid from you. I know you see my true heart and intentions. You know me because you made me and cause me to come forth that I may breathe the air you made, on the earth you formed, among the people you created. And I know you made me with a purpose in mind. So, please, reveal that purpose to me. And give me the strength I will need to live out that purpose. To be fearless, even if it means I must suffer for you-not my will, but your will be done, O, Holy Father.
Amen-
Zarach
Luke 21:36
1 Thess. 5:17,18
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