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I pray this morning,
For my eyes to set upon your face:
With glowing praise and not disgrace,
And I sang a precious song I hear,
Ringing in my ear: “To God be the Glory,”
Each and everywhere:
I read the scriptures over and over,
Giving thanks he has save me;
Asking Christ—come into my life,
More every day, “Please Lord, do change me!”
And for you to see a brand new me,
As I hope in the midst of my quiet prayer–about you,
—you would have heard me so clearly:
That his presence shines light upon your steps,
And every stride you make, it would be magnificently;
Building great vision for you and me
And I hope it would lead you right to me:
I know you may not see my sacred and precious King
The one who formed me; yes, he is there,
Pruning, carving a better and a brand new me,
He is working his power—good works through me:
I pray this morning—harder, greater, passionately,
Than I did before—to forgive you, forgive me:
But I only heard repeatedly, “I Am God!”
“Let go and let God, make space for me;
—and leave you be!”
Empress Journee
