The Prize

O Prize of heaven, Treasure of my heart

Let me suffer, if only I may seek Thee

Let me fail, if only I may find Thee

Let me give up all, if only I may gain Thee

For Thou and Thou alone art the Prize

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alyssa-underwood

Published: Nov 18, 2015
LinesWords: 545

Notes: "I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
-Philippians 3:10-14
Tags: #jesus #god #surrender #suffering #failure #loss #treasure #intimacy

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