June 14: My heart cries out for this to end, but even more for Him to do His will on earth and to change my heart in the process to only trust in His goodness.
Hearts
Fill my empty heart, O Lord,
With
words of praise to You.
Come and heal my longing heart,
Til
they complete their due,
Let my life not be a rue.
I don’t know how to pursue
Your
longing in my heart,
I only know that You are true,
And
I only know a little part,
That
You began from the start.
You chose me, Lord, with love,
And
formed me from Your heart.
Take mine now and draw me near,
That
we never be apart,
And
your Spirit never depart.
I love you, Lord, with heart and soul,
With
all I know to do and be.
Take all that I offer now,
To
you on bended knee,
My
heart in Yours is free.
Let Your glory ring from shore to shore,
When
I draw my final breath.
Let your goodness and your love,
Be
all that’s left from my death,
As
part of Your eternal Shibboleth.
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