My heart grieves. The parting brethren, the wavering followers, the unripe witnesses. Father. There are too many them. My brothers and sisters in Christ are treading on doorsteps they should not. Oh, how I feel like I am losing family members day by day. I know that You wish to sustain their surrender, but where is their surrender to begin with? How can surrender be sustained if surrender never existed? The enemy has been manipulating their surrender. Hands that were once openned are being closed finger by finger, by tolerance of sin by tolerance of sin. The world has been made to look so attractive to them. I see a deceiving compromise, an epidemic of the enemy's foothold.
Dad? Have we fallen so far that we have turned a deafened ear to Your Spirit within us? I can almost hear You pleading within the cages of their ribs, but they do not hear. There are voices out there similar to Yours, made just as inviting as Yours. They may even have little, if any aspect of Truth within them. But these voices are not of You. May we follow the charge of Christ to be ever mindful of every doctrine that could sway us. Better yet, may we be so saturated in Your Word that there will be NO opinion, trend, culturally-accepted concept, or humanistic movement that we could accept apart from You.
Your Word is eternal. Irrefutable. Unalterable. Profitable. Absolute
Your Word is everlasting. It is living and active now just as You are, just as it was when You spoke it. It has never died. It has never slipped into dusty libraries with history books and encyclopedias. It is here now. In my hands. In my heart. On my lips. It is all I need to eat and drink in this life. May I never depart from it. In a world of an adulterated concept of morality and knowledge, Your Word stands true.
Daddy? Please hold me closer. I pray that I may love my wandering brethren. I pray that You make me an equipped and informed witness of You. Not one of eloquent speech and convoluted vocabulary, but one who simply bears the Gospel in its simplicity. One who carries the name of Christ with distinction, humility, and uprightness.
I pray that one day, the song of their heart will be that which is of mine.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming Love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Here's my heart, Lord
Come and fill me once again
I am Yours, Lord
Take and use me, here I am
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming Love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Here's my heart, Lord
Come and fill me once again
I am Yours, Lord
Take and use me, here I am
I love You, Daddy.
Your Child,
Faith
