Intelligence, inspiration, motivation, creativity: one minute they're here, and the next they're gone. Sometimes it frustrates me. I feel emulative, but I stop it before it rises too high. I try not to wonder why I feel so insufficient in the scape of everyone else. I let it all go, and I breathe. I breathe. I breathe Your glory.
I take everything in. I remember what You've done for me. I remember what You've done for others. I forget what discontents me, and I praise You. I let Your Spirit embrace my soul. I tell myself that it's okay.
But here I find myself again. I'm a soul trapped inside a body. My body is flesh, and my spirit is born of light. I feel like all the things I'm trying to escape from wrap themselves more tightly around me. I wish to get away from these works of darkness. It's refreshing to recall that I myself am not flesh, but only my disposition. Still, I desire to be rescued out of this world. It will not come about until You take me, but for the moment I sit calmly, and I breathe in Your glory.
I hold You in my heart. But You're not for my eyes only - You're for the eyes of the world. This is Your world.
You've given me a mission. You've called me out by name. You knew me before time started ticking. The universe and everything in it belongs to You, but You gave us each the personal choice to have You forever or to not. My mission isn't easy, but I will do what You've asked of me:
To tell Your world of its Creator's majesty, of what You've done, of Your unconditional love; to live my life as a mirror of You. That's what it's all about. So I let You pour Your glory into my insufficiency. Some days it may hurt, but I let You work in me. I am Your clay. So I release myself and breathe. I breathe Your glory.
I take everything in. I remember what You've done for me. I remember what You've done for others. I forget what discontents me, and I praise You. I let Your Spirit embrace my soul. I tell myself that it's okay.
But here I find myself again. I'm a soul trapped inside a body. My body is flesh, and my spirit is born of light. I feel like all the things I'm trying to escape from wrap themselves more tightly around me. I wish to get away from these works of darkness. It's refreshing to recall that I myself am not flesh, but only my disposition. Still, I desire to be rescued out of this world. It will not come about until You take me, but for the moment I sit calmly, and I breathe in Your glory.
I hold You in my heart. But You're not for my eyes only - You're for the eyes of the world. This is Your world.
You've given me a mission. You've called me out by name. You knew me before time started ticking. The universe and everything in it belongs to You, but You gave us each the personal choice to have You forever or to not. My mission isn't easy, but I will do what You've asked of me:
To tell Your world of its Creator's majesty, of what You've done, of Your unconditional love; to live my life as a mirror of You. That's what it's all about. So I let You pour Your glory into my insufficiency. Some days it may hurt, but I let You work in me. I am Your clay. So I release myself and breathe. I breathe Your glory.
