My eyes find much to look at in this world.
I ‘m drawn to the creation in all its forms.
The God-crafted art of a woman’s form,
The palette of colors the flowers adorn,
Yet I want more.
I want to know Christ.
I could spend hours adoring the mountains high,
With the trees and the fields all under the sky,
The handiwork of God in planets and stars,
The brilliance of the Sun, the contours of Mars
Yet I want more.
I want to know Christ.
To behold with my eyes the One who created it all,
Who imagined the idea of winter, spring, summer, fall.
The gateway to my mind could be filled to the brim,
With revelations, images, glories of Him
Yes, I want more.
I want to know Christ.
Father, I repent of my most foolish exchange
Where I sought to worship the created thing,
For idols, I’ve abandoned worship to whom it is due,
Our creator, our Savior—my Master, my Lord , You.
I want more of You.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Awesome. I love it. It totally how you feal about God. I cant wait for more.
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This dances off the page, truly, and touches heart's texture. Isn't it a good thing that we may ask and be given what we want? God grant unto you and me, your request
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I really adored your writing. It is uplifting as apposed to a lot of writing.
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