Freedom

I found this piece of paper today with a prayer I wrote to God a long time ago. The date on it says April 24, 2007. I was touched by it as I read it and I hope you will be to. I always want this to be my prayer to God. It is styled after the Psalms.

Freedom

Bound I sit

Miserable and weary

Tied by my guilt and shame

Everything has failed

Nothing is satisfying

Broken by my own sin

Wearied by my own evil

What can satisfy me but your presence?

Can anything be greater than your freedom?

What freedom is there in your presence!

What ectasy is there in your place!

In your temple will I praise you

In the outer courts will I call out your name

Because only therein is my pain eased

Only your praise heals my broken heart

You, O God, teach my heart to praise

I wished to see your face

I dreamed of standing in your presence

But because of my unholiness

Because of my wickedness, I could not approach

Only because of your Son am I free

Because of your sacrifice am I able to see your face

Sing O my soul!

Rejoice O my spirit!

The Lord my God is my Help and my Shield

To Him will I run

In my need He will supply me

As I ask, continously He will be there

He is more dependable than my next heartbeat

He will be there when my breath fails me

My God gives strength to my limbs

He empowers me to do all things

Teach me your ways, O God

Train me in your paths

Show me your face

Then only will I know true freedom

I thank God so much that he always takes care of me even when I am in my darkest moment.