Far broken.

For the sins of my people

For the blood on their hands

For the idols in their hearts

For the adultery in their minds

For the other gods they place before You

For the distractions that hold their gaze

For the empty lies of business that eat up their time

For the darkness that consumes their attention

For the land mines of doubt in their deep

For the apathy with which they chase You

For the hollow nothings that they use to fill their emptiness

For the fallacy of self as the highest

I hunger

I thirst

I weep

I bow

I beg

Body of Jesus, usher me in, that You may hear my solemn cries and pardon the large comings of my people

Choose them

Chase them

Woo them

Use them

Restore them to Yourself

{heart}

Kel

The musings that come when I cannot fall asleep.

With.

I cannot fix me.

I cannot make me.

I cannot change me.

I am who You have made me.

I cannot add to, nor subtract from, who I am.

Who I am is Yours.

Fashioned with Your hands, fashioned of Your heart.

I am not.

You are I Am.

I may be from You and I know that I am of You, but help me to rest in this tonight:

Just to be with You.

{heart}
Kel

Part of Me.

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