O God who frees the captive do not liberate this carnel slave for freedom sake. For I will surely wing my flight to another thorny land. Break instead each evil bond and rub my swollen wrists, then take me prisoner to your will. Enslaved in your safekeeping. O God, who ushers light into darkness, Do not release me to the light to only see myself. Cast the light of my liberation upon your face and be thou my vision. Do not hand me over to the quest of greater knowledge. Make your word a lamp unto my feet and light my path and lead me to your dwelling place. O God who lifts the grieving head, blows away ashes but let your gentle hand upon my brow be my only crown of beauty. Comfort me so deeply my healer that I seek no other comfort. O God who loves the human soul too much to let it go so thoroughly impose yourself into heaps and depths of my life that nothing remains undisturbed. Plow this life Lord until everything you overturn becomes fertile soil, then plant me O God in the vast plain of your love. Grow me , strengthen me, and do not lift your pressing hand until it can boastfully unveil a display of your splendor. ©Beth Moore
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 14:41:38 +0000
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