Jesus, take it all. Take the migraines, take the pain. Take this stagnancy, take my reluctance to pursue You. Take my life, and take my heart. For nothing I have is mine. It is Yours. Everything is Yours. I am Yours. Jesus, take it all away.
I lay myself at Your feet
Asking You won't You meet
Won't You meet me
I cannot do it on my own
I cannot do it all alone
Here I am, oh, tonight
With my arms open wide
Won't You come inside
Won't You come inside, God
Come and fill this heart of mine
I'm in need of You
Of Your touch, of Your life, of Your love
I need You
I need You
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. -Phil. 3:12-14
Followers
About Me
- Melissa
- I'm loved by my Creator. I'm being sanctified every day into the likeness of the Perfect One... Ultimately, I'm called to love people like Jesus does. I'm not perfect, but try and shine my light, so that others might catch a glimpse of who He is.
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