O LORD, my Father.
You are merciful.
Show me mercy.
I have sinned.
I have presumed upon your grace.
My spirit was weary,
So I layed down.
I left my weapons down.
My feet shuffled on the way,
There was no determination in my steps.
Like a wishful thinker I waited. Wait.
I am washed,
Whiter than snow.
The Son’s blood shed,
Continually cleanses me. Wait.
Your Spirit counsels,
Conviction is my friend.
There is a fear that haunts me,
What is it’s name?
I cry out,
Show me your glory! Wait.
Self is afraid of getting lost,
Of losing my way,
of my thoughts vanishing.
I am paralyzed and afraid to think. Wait.
It is written,
But we have the mind of Christ.
The Spirit of God indwells me.
I will abide in Him.
I will not fear,
I know the one who leaves the ninety-nine.
I know the way, the truth, and the life.
I know the one who walks back and forth everyday,
To see what is happening to me.
I can rest.
2 Corinthians 2:16, Matthew 18:12, John 14:6, Esther 2:16