Look at me.
I’m a mess.
Broken, weak, and bleeding, I make my way to the throne of grace.
I stumble over pride, shortcomings, and fear as I crawl to the feet of Jesus.
The cares of life grab at my ankles, demanding my attention, trying to distract me from my goal.
I wonder if I’ll ever make it….
Finally, exhausted and weary, I enter that most precious place – the Holy of Holies.
Everything else fades into the background when I hear the Father’s voice bidding me to come closer.
Burdens lift; encumbrances fall away; cares disappear.
All I hear is His voice.
All I want is His touch.
All I long for is His love.
His grace, mercy, and forgiveness overwhelm me. I fall on my face in reverence and gratitude. Tears flow, cleansing my spirit-man as they carry the dirt and weight of the world away with them. I am refreshed, renewed, and made clean as I submit myself to the all-consuming fire of a Holy and Righteous God.
In the overwhelming silence, saturated by the very presence of God, I am revitalized. He refills my empty cup and the Balm of Gilead flows abundantly over my wounded soul. The hurt, shame, rejection, and doubt are replaced by love, unconditional acceptance, and healing. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt I am right where I need to be. This place is the only source of restoration for my battle-scarred body and strength for the journey ahead.
Most Holy Lord, please let me never forget that all I have, all I am, and all I do relies on You. Let me never place faith in my own ability or wisdom, for You are my sufficiency. Without You, I am lost. In You, I am complete and able to do what You have called me to do.
You are all I need.
©3-30-2018
Beautiful poem, really hits home. That’s me sometimes, only I can’t express it as well!