Fill this place

Fill this place

Inhabit this space

To make me a vessel after your own heart

Because when I bury the word of the Lord

As a seed inside me,

There's no way I can depart.

My knowledge, my money, my poetry, my art--

Cannot hold a candle to Your infinite Godly wisdom...

You're so wise You created the solar system.

And with words You commanded the rotation of planets to start.

So I don't try to fathom,

but instead I would rather,

Promote the agenda of Heaven...

Keep your commandments and ensure that I'm holy even if

It means my bread is unleavened.

Let godly knowledge, wisdom and understanding compass

'round about me.

Let it be that I take You seriously, hide the word in my heart that I might not sin against thee.

Even the angels cry 'holy, holy, holy'.

Which to me, that's deep, because

Your word says that Your ways are meek and lowly.

So when I get lonely I understand that it's not the way, the truth, or the life, but it's phony.

I call on your name because I want you to be my King, King

And my Lord, Lord.

I want to obey Your ways Lord and take up Your sword.

As the matter of fact I want to have on all Your armor.

I don't want to be a vessel of disappointment,

but a vessel of honour.

I want to rummage in Your word and discover Your heart so I can pay proper homage.

I want to seek the kingdom of Heaven so I can know who You are.

Not honor You with my lips, yet my heart be so far.

Not be carnally minded and still expect holy gifts but I want to be holy for real.

So that when the lost see my life,

You're glorified,

and thru me the Christ can be revealed

I want them to see that holiness is not just a myth.

However, moreover, holiness is required.

No matter the lies that say it's expired.

If that's the case how is it still alive and not tired?

It's kicking and fighting and will not retire.

But rather aspires to inspire those who have an ear to hear.

To shed light on whom...is...the I AM...?

He is who He is and He was who He was

And God Almighty never changed

But our putrid heart does.

He was, He is and He's still yet to come.

He'll never change who He is, it's us who do waiver.

I'm thankful for the cross, the Son of Man, Christ, our Saviour.

I claim to accept Him, but does it change my behavior?

Because all things should be made new according to my Creator

The butcher, the baker, or the shoemaker

will tell you not to add a patch of snakeskin on suede,

I hope this persuades...

That new wine,

Belongs in new wine skins, so I can preach the word, but wait, let's observe...

How am I livin'?

Do I believe that I'm forgiven?

I can't be so full of regret that I'm in bondage to sin...

Because I've decided to bury my life inside Him

Not only buried but hidden

He is my sacred place.

He shows His face and hides me under his pinions

When the opinions of the devil tries to deem me his minion

He gives joy to my heart when times try to consume me...

To reap in joy I've sown in tears.

The day that I cried out Abba, my Father

Answeredest me with strength in my soul

He also replied, I AM that I AM and I AM here,

Do you understand dear that to a broken spirit

And a contrite heart I'm ever presently near?

Like the woman with the issue of blood my faith has made me whole

...And my oh my throne of grace has made me bold!

• Shae Holiday