Letting go of the past to embrace the new me,

Calling for your love to wash away my sorrows.

Longing for your warmth to fill this heart,

Healing the cracks where the light has gone.

...but I discipline my body and keep it under control  lest after preaching to others I

myself should be disqualified." (1 Cor. 9:27)

We pray you Lord 
And ask for fire 
Reveal your gifts 
As You desire

The music of your fountain 
The beauty of your grass
The fragrance of your presence 
I see through turbid glass

Always trying to be good 
To reflect the Godly essence 
In reality I hardly  could 
To be perfect in His presence