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Purify

When I step into your presence, I only come for one thing and that is to offer you my
worship. Since I don’t know how to give to you what you have given to me. I just lay
myself at your feet and listen to your voice. All I can do is lay myself at the altar
where my flesh dies out and where I am broken, rebuked and where myself is revealed. Lord
my prayer is that you burn up everything that does not lift you up. Clean my hands purify
my heart and wash my mind. I desire you to flow through me. So Lord consecrate me, tie me
to your altar. Oh Lord I just want to me clean. I want to lift up clean hands and a pure
heart before you.

Sweetie every time you enter into my presence and lay yourself at the altar I am cleansing
you. Every time you lift up your hands and worship me, I am washing you and every time you
dance in my presence I am freeing you. This sweetie is a process, a daily process that you
have to go through to enter into the Holy of Holies. This is a death walk, which you have
to encounter so that your flesh can get out of the way and my Glory can be revealed. Are
you willing to walk through this process? Or are you going to give up? This is not just a
temporary consecration and cleansing but an eternal one; Meaning its not always going to
make your flesh feel good. There are going to be days of fasting, interceding and
travailing in my presence. So are you ready? Lord here I am. I’m ready to be consecrated,
ready for my flesh to die, ready to go into the Holy of Holies. My question is, are you?

Copyright © Taneya Reynolds | Year Posted 2006


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