My aspiration to grow closer to my God is overwhelming.
Petitions to replenish my dwindling strength fill my heart.
I acknowledge my Lord’s perfection and my own sinful weakness.
Gifts and talents mean naught if He is not the center of my life.
I am yet to discover the art of losing myself in His presence.
A consciousness of God’s love and presence invigorates my soul.
His majesty and glory penetrates my constantly craving heart.
My spirit rises to new heights of joyfulness and victory.
Even in the face of unanswered prayer, I am full of gratitude.
His divine enablement is sufficient.
I genuinely desire the realization of my requests, earnestly
I find myself praising the Lord for His splendor and magnificence.
By prayer and supplication, I will make my requests known to God
He is infinite in holiness and power; I am sinful and weak.
I will pray with assurance knowing the Father does all things… well.
Chrissy Siggee ©
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