God, keep my eyes raw
That I never get used to grace
Let me bow my knees every time
As I did the first time
Make my heartfelt plea for mercy
Be the same each night as it was at the altar
Let me never become accustom to your presence
I want to recognize my sin and brokenness daily
Not for the sake of shame but so that
My requirement, my need, no my desperation,
My insane, insatiable drive is to be near you.
That the scent of the light that kissed your face
Is all I need to ease the stir of my heart.
God never let me become comfortable with you.
That each time I worship is our first date,
Let me pray each time as though I don't know how,
Let nothing be routine, nothing be ritual,
And that my pursuit each day to keep alive the altar's flame,
Be the quest I make daily to follow you.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
God, keep my eyes raw
That I never get used to grace
Let me bow my knees every time
As I did the first time
Make my heartfelt plea for mercy
Be the same each night as it was at the altar
Let me never become accustom to your presence
I want to recognize my sin and brokenness daily
Not for the sake of shame but so that
My requirement, my need, no my desperation,
My insane, insatiable drive is to be near you.
That the scent of the light that kissed your face
Is all I need to ease the stir of my heart.
God never let me become comfortable with you.
That each time I worship is our first date,
Let me pray each time as though I don't know how,
Let nothing be routine, nothing be ritual,
And that my pursuit each day to keep alive the altar's flame,
Be the quest I make daily to follow you.
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