Sweetest Jesus
O that I might feel the beauty of your pain; that I will relish in the honor of suffering for your name. And, O, as I fall to my knees; that your grace would sustain my every need.
Help me, Master, not to look to that which would destroy me to somehow sustain me. For, O, what a sweet indulgence it is to desire and embrace that whose benefit is hopeless addiction. How beautifully deadly it is to be bound to an ecstatic dread; a big box that boasts in its size, but is full only of deceptive emptiness.
But, instead, though such dread and sorrows, lead me to the small box full of eternal peace; enough to bring me to unanxious contentment.
SRay
September 8th, 2005 at 11:30 pm
I just don’t understand sometimes… how we can utterly feel the magnificence of our King in one hour of the day… and then only a few later… we feel so empty and void of it that selfishness and sin rides in on the slightest gust of wind… Satan has no place here and yet he finds his way and creeps in to grab us and take us down where we hurt the most
September 11th, 2005 at 6:35 pm
i missed my hug today, Baby Ray. hope your weekend was refreshing.
September 12th, 2005 at 10:44 am
that sounds pretty cool stephen wat u been up to hows school goin.