Lying on my face
Tears falling fast,
Pleading for grace
For things in the past,
Knowing my sin
Has hurt Your heart,
Wishing deep within
I had not taken part,
Spilling out words
Of confession and sorrow,
Praying I'm heard
And that on the morrow
Beginning anew
I might follow Your plan.
Kneeling before You,
I stretch forth my hands.
Opening my palms
And yielding all in them,
Feeling the calm
Of the heart that has no sin,
Hearing You call
"Come know and be known,"
Being unafraid to fall
In Your arms as Your own,
Feeling the laughter
And joy that You give,
Rising up after
Freedom's mine to live.
Sensing Your presence,
Seeking You with all my might,
Worshipping Your essence,
Laughing in delight!
No comments:
Post a Comment