Monday, April 9, 2012

Speak to Me

As I doubt myself and my obedience to Your will
In the midst of satan's lies about my value
As I struggle to survive the difficult days
When the cacophony of worldly noise fills my ears
As I lie resting and seeking recovery
When I am in desperate need of refuge
When I have lost my way and sight of Your path
When I simply need encouragement to maintain my heading
While I long for reminders of Your boundless love for me
When shame and guilt over my past threatens me
As I strive to love my wife and children more completely
While I seek to make my vision Yours.

Here I am, everything. 
Father, speak Your life over mine.

1 comment:

  1. it looks like the portwoods are just gifted when it comes to poetry. thanks for sharing :)