Lord, I'm bearing my heart, I'm Holding back tears
confessing confusion that's been built up for years
I don't even know what's real and what's not
I'm lost in a fog and can't see what I've got
I think it, I say it, but my heart does not feel
Where is your power, and where is my zeal
Shed off my layers, pull them back like a peal
And prick at my heart till I know that your real
I'm lost in my ignorance and I drown in my pride
I know what I hopes there, but what's truly inside
Bring me to You Lord and hold me forever
Never let go and hide me like treasure
I am not happy here in the walk that I have
Show me Your ways and anoint me with salve
Take me from prideful, arrogant and unsure
mold me from childish and into mature
Take me right now Lord, but I want you to know
I am still worried and SO scared to go
I hope that one day when I'm at Your throne
Through all of my mess ups you'll still say, "Well done"
Do I know that Your there, do I really believe
This is my question, and that's why I grieve
I know that I'm lukewarm and long not to be
Help me to know Lord, that I've been set free
This is another poem I wrote during the Esther study. I had never thought of Esther as being week or lukewarm until this study. I thought about her praying in the face of her fears. I had listened to a sermon by Adrian Rodgers that same week. It is part of the Revelation study he did. It spoke about, you guessed it, being lukewarm. Lukewarm individuals that form lukewarm churches. Very convicting!!!! I ended up with this poem not long after the two lessons.
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