and it has both satisfied me and me me thirsty for more.
I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace.
I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee;
I long to be filled with longing;
I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me Thy glory, i pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me.
Say to my soul, "Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away."
Then give me grace to rise and follow
Thee up from this misty lowland where
I have wandered so long."
- Crazy Love (pg. 99)
As I sat in my bed late last night, eyes drooping yet needing to read, my heart started to beat fast while I read the words off of this page. To consider grace like this - to plead for him to grant to me a deep forgiveness that I will never fully understand made pockets of tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't even finish the chapter. I am loved. I have the gift that is grace. I am pursued. I am forgiven.
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