I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief!
I rehearse reality in my morning prayers,
And live in unreality through out the day.
With my mouth I confess,
But with my heart I retreat.
I see my wounds and not my healing.
I forget His blood and feel my bleeding.
I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief!
There is no patience in my well-doing,
And I submit myself again to that terrible yoke.
It is for freedom that I was set free,
But I content myself with slavery.
I see my wounds and not my healing.
I forget His blood and feel my bleeding.
I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief!
But God’s righteousness has come
Not as a law but as a Son—
Though I don’t yet see him on his throne,
I trust his power alone.
I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief!
Let me see your wounds my Savior, for in them lies my healing.
Cover me in your blood, to stay my feeble bleeding.
By your grace alone I believe; complete this work in me.
“Now I would remind you, brothers, of the gospel I preached to you, which you received, in which you stand, and by which you are being saved, if you hold fast to the word I preached to you—unless you believed in vain” (I Cor 15:1-2).
5 comments:
You amaze me with your insight! I only wish I had a touch of the sensitivity you have to the Spirit. I pray that I can begin to look deeper into my heart and start to be more open to change where it's surely needed. Love you! P.S. I check your blog regularly to keep up with you, even when you hadn't blogged since Jan!!
I can't believe that you kept up with me through the long silence! Well, actually I can (knowing you). You are a woman characterized by faithfulness which is, as you well know, a fruit of the spirit. So the Lord is clearly at work in your heart, too!
Inspirational.
Is that your original poetry?
Yup, it's mine. This one was mostly a mix of Hebrews from church and Romans from my personal study.
Oh, I didn't know that you were back! I've got to start doing that RSS business!
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