Sunday, June 13, 2010

We Are His Portion; We Are His Prize.

There's nothing I feel like I can say that won't either undermine Your great omnipotence and great power or stir up false hope, because I feel as if what I ask you for is for a selfish reason.

Except this: Lord, I know you will do what you will. And it will be for my good; Your amazing glory. So take me as I am; take me where You are. Let your will be my will, and may I always, always, follow You; the author, creator, lover and perfecter.

You know me better than me.
And if I am being selfish or misguided or whatever, you will make straight what I made crooked.

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