Saturday, September 12, 2009

September 1, 2009

I'm here, Daddy . . . how can I bless You tonight?

My eyes droop . . . in exhaustion
Yet, Daddy, I'm here.
My flesh is weak & tired,
But I am here to be with You.
My spirit longs for You,
Craves Your presence.
It is for that my heart beats;
Crying, "Come, Daddy, come".

In Your presence, I find peace.
In Your presence, I find rest.
In You, I find strength
For the joy of the Lord
Is my strength.
When I am weak,
When I am tired,
When I am weary,
You uphold me.
You strengthen me.
You give me joy.
And everyday
Your grace is new.
It is fresh & alive;
It is my energy.

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