Bearing gifts of myrrh and spices
Brushing aside the veil humbly
Because of the crimson stain, I kneel
Laying before
you what is me
A bottle sealed
with tears Of dashed dreams, pains past
Of medals, ribbons with flair
Declaring victories of times of yore
A weathered
leathered bound book
Written of my
life that is no longer mineIn your presence, you’re Spirit within me
Pull my flesh from my soul
It is I who no longer live but Christ in me
May I see my
self righteousness burned like dross
My entire carnal
hopes carried away captiveMay I then encourage myself in you Jesus
For whom can I turn, you have the Words of Life
For in you I
move and have my being
You cause my
heart to beatCoursing blood through my veins
Lungs respire, inhaling and exhaling
This is the
consign
To where I want
to be establishedFor here is the furtive place of rest and joy
Not my will, desires or dreams be done
I need yours Oh Sovereign Lord, My Daddy
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2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing
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