Fasting
My thirst longeth after Him
My soul craveth after Him
My wants swimmeth after Him
My fire burneth after Him
His life and devotions I know now
For I have transgressed but He leaveth not
I had moved with the flesh but He covereth me
Beyond the meanings of His tongues, I knoweth not
Now, my feelings are in tune with Him
Now, my feelings seeketh Him
In a dry and thirsty land where I had been quenched
For it's the season of prayer
I bow my head in worship
For the fear of Him is my footstool
For in as much as I longeth
The fear of backsliding is ever prevailing
When the allocated time for prayers has been over
Would I return to my past or be steadfast in prayer?
Waiting for a hand of Favour, purity and humbling
This is my ever burning fear
I know of His love
For the psalms are enough proof
His angels are enough evidence
The holy spirit is enough insight
But is that enough?
Is loving and knowing Him enough?
I believe not
For though I fast like the saints, my heart is of double
When would it be enough?
I search the scriptures with the light from the broushell
Yet, I see not the answer
For my thoughts aren't aligned just yet
Yes, it's amazing to be a believer
But what type am I?
For I feel my righteousness hasn't surpassed the scribes
I'm still dawdling in the dry desert
The joy of prayer is ever there
But my double thought cages me back
My fear weighs on me heavily
Even knowing that His love is boundless
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My soul craveth after Him
My wants swimmeth after Him
My fire burneth after Him
His life and devotions I know now
For I have transgressed but He leaveth not
I had moved with the flesh but He covereth me
Beyond the meanings of His tongues, I knoweth not
Now, my feelings are in tune with Him
Now, my feelings seeketh Him
In a dry and thirsty land where I had been quenched
For it's the season of prayer
I bow my head in worship
For the fear of Him is my footstool
For in as much as I longeth
The fear of backsliding is ever prevailing
When the allocated time for prayers has been over
Would I return to my past or be steadfast in prayer?
Waiting for a hand of Favour, purity and humbling
This is my ever burning fear
I know of His love
For the psalms are enough proof
His angels are enough evidence
The holy spirit is enough insight
But is that enough?
Is loving and knowing Him enough?
I believe not
For though I fast like the saints, my heart is of double
When would it be enough?
I search the scriptures with the light from the broushell
Yet, I see not the answer
For my thoughts aren't aligned just yet
Yes, it's amazing to be a believer
But what type am I?
For I feel my righteousness hasn't surpassed the scribes
I'm still dawdling in the dry desert
The joy of prayer is ever there
But my double thought cages me back
My fear weighs on me heavily
Even knowing that His love is boundless
© favody