My Immanuel.
You hold the only high seat in my heart.
May I gift You with the prime of my time.
The first of my thoughts.
The rawest of my emotions.
And steadfast devotion.
May me knee always bend to you, with my foolish pride to follow.
Cover me in the blood of the baby, of the lamb, of the Man that is You.
Paint over the doorposts of my soul that I may no longer be recognizable.
May You never stop until Your work is complete in me.
I am desperate for You.
May my soul be humbled, my lips be silent, my hands be dirty, my heart be broken, and my knees be worn from exalting You higher.
My joy and whole heart soar at the height of Your Spirit.
May I never tire of Your salvation story.
and May I offer You the sweetest part of me.
{heart}
Kel
That's beautiful! There is a couplet in Urdu: the voice of a worshiper seeking closeness with his Creator, which translates as follows:
ReplyDeleteWhen You walk with me then my footsteps disolve into silence
I desire to be 'one' with you: so close that there is no 'me' between us anymore.