More of You, Dear Lord
More of you, dear LORD.
Less of me.
Flood me with the presence of the Living God.
Flood my heart, soul, mind, and spirit with the fullness of Your Word.
My soul longs for the marrow of the Word of God.
My bones long to heal from the agony of this earthly existence.
Always under attack and no relief for a single day.
Where do I go but unto You, O LORD?
Is there anyone else who can hear my plea for help?
No, there is no one but You because You are the beginning and the end.
You are the pause in between every second and every moment, and You are the thoughts of My soul.
Quicken my palate to only thirst for You and Your precepts.
Allow My soul to meditate on them even when my eyes are closed.
It is a long day every day, dearest Father, and I cannot make it without You.
Come and sit beside me all day long and set Your eyes upon me as I drift to sleep.
Continue to protect me and give me peace.
Eternal peace and grace.
Amen.
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2016
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