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Sunday, December 2, 2012

White Robes the Turbullent


Sometimes my prayers are shallow or thoughtless. You read my heart, my mind, and my soul. You know my words before they hit the page or say the words. My hands shake and mind fogs, day’s old thoughts haunt this present time. The damage’s been done. I can’t fix it and I don’t know if I caused, though I probably did. Since Adams fall, we lost Your call and Your communion. Curtains and vales hid You away, thanks for a better way. 

Thank you Abba Father, You sent Jesus! He took all of my damage away. Through the cross I come. Trembling hands, in Your presence. I have no words. My words all seem vain. “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity!” Solomon knew, Father, he had it all. but had to find the emptiness of all without You. "Thank you Lord", seems trite, though You know it is true. Father, I know we can come boldly into Your presence. I come, but I don’t feel so bold. You know my distractions; You see my brain’s reactions. Synaptic miss-fire and dud fire-crackers sometimes explode. I make a mess, and feel ashamed, yet I bring it to You. Tempting evil pride, says, “ You’re not so bad.” But, evil thoughts reveal it all. Me, entertaining bits jealousy, lies, lust, or pride? No, then I lie to myself and retreat in pride. Father, You know the truth; You are truth.

Forgive me once again! Keep my robe white. Christ paved the way and we came to You. Then You gave us white robes bright and spotless, yes new! We are clean and holy. Yes we are!

Christ Jesus paid the tab, took it home and kept the deed. Father, someday soon we’ll all go home; forgive our trespasses and us forgive those who trespass against us.

Amen.

I pray on paper or on this blog when words won’t come off my tongue. They are not preplanned or scheduled. If I write,something usually comes out.Whether they are good or bad, I can’t really say; so I just hope your life is smoother than mine.

May the Sovereign LORD (YHVH) above our universe hold you in His love.

Thank you. Gordon

Say “hi” if you like, it get’s lonely in my country life. But I love it, and I’ll try to respond, no I will respond. 

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