O God You are a consuming fire, and we lying in our sins, in unchanged nature are stubble. Would it please You more to kill this sinner or save? Do You not have no pleasure in the death of the wicked?
In You I trust, Father, I know You to be true. Your word can and has and, I trust, will still conquer this backward heart and mind. Make me repose upon Christ always, lean against His bosom, sense the spiritual communion in Him.
Heaven and earth are torn apart as requests reach His ears. This child of God pours out his heart knowing, believing He hears.
Heavy is my heart this night. I cannot put the words right. Sighing...Groaning... Joy comes in the morning, but now... A burden lies in my chest. A weight of ache and unrest.…
