Freewriting Day 20: An Honest Prayer

I don't want to just say words
I don't want to go through the motions

I don't wanna ask what would Jesus do
And not change

I am not satisfied
I need more

More of You to fill the empty places
Put me on the Potter's wheel
Mold me, make me
Shape me, break me
Until I'm more like You

More like You

I want to be like You in my thoughts
I want to be like You with my words
I need more 
Ordinary's not enough

Pull me in closer
Let Your fire consume me
Take away everything that's not of You

I need more grace
I need patience
I need wisdom

I'm through goin' 'round in circles
I'm through straddling the fence
I've decided this is the dividing line

I don't care what others think
I need more

I'm dying of thirst
I'm dying the way I am 
God, save me
Save me from myself

I know I've said that before
But it's a continual process
I don't know everything
And I never will

I've accepted that
I'm not goin' back
I'm all in

I've got nothin' to lose
And everything to gain
Lord, take me deeper than I've ever been before

I'm tired of this place
Tired of being stagnant
Tired of standing still
I know there's more
I'm all in

No more holding back
No more questioning
I need You more than anything

You gave Your best
Over and over You laid down everything
You didn't care about comfort
You didn't care about fame
You didn't seek out praise or the accolades of man

You gave Your life 
So the least I can do is give You mine

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