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My Heart Yearns

  • bgremaud24
  • Jun 29, 2022
  • 2 min read

I wrote this piece of poetry a year and a half ago during a time in my journey where my heart was broken and aching for God's love.


How am I worthy oh God?

My thoughts are consumed with that which is unholy,

The flesh of my bones is drawn into temptation time and time again,

to that which is displeasing to you.

Yet your love is unwavering towards me.

This is a love that I cannot comprehend,

my mind is unable to grasp the magnitude of your love.

It is a love that I scorn with my sinfulness – but still it is unwavering towards me.

I praise your name for this love!

This love I do not deserve.

Yet still You give it freely with the promise of it being renewed every morn,

Faithfull are you oh God.

Forgive me for my iniquities.

God grant me your strength that I may stand up to the temptations of the Devil.

For you crushed his head with Your final breath upon the cross – and granted me Your spirit by then rising from the grave!

With Your Spirit and your Spirit alone, I know that I can accomplish all things!

Grant me your strength,

Your love,

Your self control,

Your faithfulness,

Your gentleness and kindness.

With these fruits of Your spirit allow me to accomplish great things for your name,

as if I were an instrument being played by the hand of a master,

so that all might see, hear and praise the wonders of Your name.

Blessed be Your name oh my God for none is worthy but You.

I praise you for being so, so Good!

From the beginning, to my present and for everlasting, you do not change!

Thank you!


Amen

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