Wanting All That You Have

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My soul has hungered for the longest time,
Not knowing all I should; claiming what's mine.
Traditions confused those spiritual truths,
Legalism blocked the way of His proof.

Holy Spirit was creating a thirst
To learn and desire to put Jesus first.
To find that balance of purpose and peace,
So discord, lack and my sadness could cease.

Asleep sound after prayers late at night,
I released all, . . . in His Holiest Sight.
Aching for that voice, only He transcends,
Ugliness and hurt; He'll purge me and cleanse.

My spirit longs for communion with Him,
"Come with Me," He pleads, "and forsake all men,
Nothing can be done withholding My Name,"
the Holy Ghost falls, . . . you're never the same.

Gifts of His Spirit blend sweetly in me,
My thoughts, deeds and words; for He is the Key
for my soul, my heart, my life I've been told,
once He lives in me, I'm fearless and bold.

Facing enemies, I fear not. I'm brave.
With me closely even unto my grave.
Others will see my blessings and favor,
a chance to introduce my Sweet Saviour.

Tomorrow, next month or sometime next year?
He knocks on your door now. Can you not hear?
Don't send Him away ignoring His plea,
His, The Greatest Love that ever will be.

Humanity cannot comprehend it all,
but yes, He's there when we stumble and fall.
His glory's larger than we can explain,
exceeding scopes of our limited brain.

Earth hangs in the universe; a child's mobile,
Creator is magnificent, surreal.
Deserving of our Praise, Honor and Song.
We, floundering examples of selfish Wrong.

Sharing with others the Message He taught,
Salvation is paid for; His life, the cost.
He has no regrets; He'd do it again,
brutality of the Cross - for remission of sin.

Seeing His sacrifice I never can stop,
gratitude brimmimg, to my knees I must drop.
He's done so much for the sinner I am,
"My thanks Father for Your sacrificed Lamb!"

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