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God, I have been so self-centered focused on me all day long as if I'm God as if my ways are right and just Or, at least, more important than anyone else's As if, I matter more or my little world even matters at all You know, the one where I'm on the throne and You give me glory That world doesn't exist, but I pretend it does I live like it does so often, too often Live for my comfort, live for my fame, ruled by my "right" to "my rights" as if they existed, when really I surrendered my rights the moment I surrendered to You Yet I'm trying to take them back as if my will mattered or my ways were right and true Righteousness is from You alone Self-righteousness, the burden on my back, take this burden away The sin I carry Lord, I need you now Direct my thoughts away from me and my selfish ways where I care more for my comfort than the people around me Turn my face to You Only there do I find rest my peace is in You And when my eyes are fixed on the throne Yours, not the one I try to construct Then justice rolls down mercy will I see love, an outpouring of the Love that's been shown to me Grace will I give, for You gave it to me And my world will shrink never more to be seen consumed by your all-consuming, gracious sea Lord, help me help me be like You
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
A Prayer, A Petition, My Psalm
God, I have been so self-centered focused on me all day long as if I'm God as if my ways are right and just Or, at least, more important than anyone else's As if, I matter more or my little world even matters at all You know, the one where I'm on the throne and You give me glory That world doesn't exist, but I pretend it does I live like it does so often, too often Live for my comfort, live for my fame, ruled by my "right" to "my rights" as if they existed, when really I surrendered my rights the moment I surrendered to You Yet I'm trying to take them back as if my will mattered or my ways were right and true Righteousness is from You alone Self-righteousness, the burden on my back, take this burden away The sin I carry Lord, I need you now Direct my thoughts away from me and my selfish ways where I care more for my comfort than the people around me Turn my face to You Only there do I find rest my peace is in You And when my eyes are fixed on the throne Yours, not the one I try to construct Then justice rolls down mercy will I see love, an outpouring of the Love that's been shown to me Grace will I give, for You gave it to me And my world will shrink never more to be seen consumed by your all-consuming, gracious sea Lord, help me help me be like You
I've been reading through the book of Psalms in the Bible recently and realized, I'm essentially reading someone's journal. David's poems were the prayers, praises and petitions to the Lord he wrote down, now there for us to see. They are powerful because they are raw and real, deeply honest and vulnerable. They speak to where David was at in moments of doubt, hope, desire, joy, heartbreak, failure, brokenness. They speak to us because we can identify with them. We understand his words of peace, lying down in green pastures and beside quiet waters, finding refuge in a God who is ever-present in times of trouble. We can identify with the moments when David cries, "Lord, where are you? Why are you silent?" We all have moments of doubt. Moments when (if we are really honest) we wonder if God is even there, or if He is, if He actually cares. The trouble is, we often aren't willing to vocalize those fears and questions because we aren't comfortable with the vulnerability, or not always having it all together. This is why David's words resonate with so many people in different stages of life and places of faith. Because it's David speaking to God exactly what is on his heart. With all of that in mind, I want to share a prayer/poem I wrote down recently as I sought the Lord in my brokenness and wrongdoing.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
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