Dear Lord Jesus, I come to you
With a heart that is overflowing
So full of feelings that are blue,
An open book I am showing.
How do I start to tell you,
But then what’s the need?
You already know my heart,
And you will intercede.
Your love is the purest,
Purer than a white rose
Your love is the sweetest,
Far sweeter than I know.
You are there all the time,
Watching and waiting for me.
I feel your presence divine,
Although your face I can’t see.
I give to you, “All of me”
My life, my heart and soul.
I want to feel Your Holy Spirit,
As your wings around me fold.
Wrap me in the warmth,
Of Your loving and kind arms,
Hold me close to your chest,
Keep me from all harm.
All of Me, All of Me,
Lord take all of me.
Mold me, shape me
To be more like Thee!
The fragrance of the rose,
Can never even compare.
To the savor of your LOVE,
That holds me near and cares.
© Shy Barr
July 21, 2006
Isaiah 35: 1 ~ 2
The wilderness and the solitary
Place shall be glad for them;
And the desert shall rejoice,
And blossom as the rose.
It shall blossom abundantly,
And rejoice even with joy and
Singing: the glory of Lebanon
Shall be given unto it, the
Excellency of Carmel and Sharon,
They shall see the glory of the Lord,
And the excellency of our God. |
