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Mar 2019
I sought God
I asked Him to use my life for His way
I anticipated His response,
& I heard the word “obey.”
To be a useful instrument,
In His hands, moldable as clay
I need to heed His voice
His impression in my heart is “obey.”
I can rest with Him by morning.
Read His Word to end the day,
But what good are His words,
If I do not listen & obey?
I must hide them in my heart.
His words will lead my way
Because He said,
“Why do you call Me Lord, but do not do as I say?”
But why do you call Me “Lord, Lord,” and do not do the things which I say? Whoever comes to Me, and hears My sayings and does them, I will show you whom he is like: He is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when the flood arose, the waters beat against that house and it could not shake it, for it was founded on the rock.
~Luke 6:46-48
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