My hearts cry…

Can paper ever contain

my heart’s passion and cry?

To be the godly woman you’ve created me to be,

A woman after God’s own heart.

Your love deeper than oceans,

your heart brighter than stars,

your goodness overtakes my emotions,

your healing covers my scars.

How humble I come before you,

bowing down before your throne,

waiting for the sacred moment,

the moment I have you to hold.

Tender mercy I cry Jesus,

Shower me with your grace,

I know I am not worthy,

yet you, saved me through faith.

How sacred you are to me,

yet I let you down one more time,

How i long to honor you

yet my will doesn’t yield to thine.

I offer you my life,

as a living sacrifice.

Take it, mold me and shape me,

live through me my beautiful Christ.

Break me and use me for your kingdom,

grant me understanding and wisdom,

make me a torch of your light,

Lord I beg you, let it shine bright.

Fire me up with a holy fire,

let me be set apart for you,

your life is what I desire,

Abba, let me be what you require.

I don’t have a lot to offer,

but my heart I bring to you.

Mold it, purify it…

make it everlasting true.

My savior how I love you,

words cannot convey.

How I feel when you are around me,

the whole universe flies away.