A Wounded Plea.

Heavenly Father

Do You see my heart?

Do You feel how it beats for You?

No matter who You lead me to bind it to

Only You knows the part of it that is in You...

It is there we meet and speak these things;

Forgive me for the moments I let fear

Seek for comfort that is near

But allow me lean into Your reward

For the Grace Your prophets hoard...

And when comes time to judge

Between Your children

Don’t spare the rod

But pull us back into Your bosom

And spare Your sword

The one You let us wield

When our guards are down.

So here it is

This part of my heart connected to Yours

That no force can intercept

Where we speak these things

Is where I repent now

For anger, pride and careless words...

Please meet me here

And make me new again.


In Jesus’ name, Amen.

"If your brother or sister sins, go and point out their fault, just between the two of you. If they listen to you, you have won them over. But if they will not listen, take one or two others along, so that 'every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.' If they still refuse to listen, tell it to the church; and if they refuse to listen even to the church, treat them as you would a pagan or a tax collector."

-Matthew 18:15-17, NIV