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Though I Walk Through...

8If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. 9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, 10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. 11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," 12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Psalm 139:9-14 NIV

Amongst the death of forgotten fields I sat, not knowing whether to go left or right, too angry to move on my own, too bitter to stir the words for help, but your heart heard my inner most cry and you picked me up and made me yours again. You wiped me off and peered into eyes gone dim, shining your rays of love, reviving and rejuvenating.

You caused the tears to come, rejoicing in the release and taking in the moisture. You caused the hardness to soften, even as the clay was being formed yet again.

You made me whole and branded me your own.

Lord I live to worship You. You are the very being that stirs me. When I look up I promise that I see your love beholding me. My fame, my fortune mean nothing compared to your presence. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t love and I can’t hope without you.

I Live to worship You

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