theopassion

Lord I hate when my heart isn't fully gripped for you, although you manifest to me your graceful wonders of your love that is infinate and unchanhing my love is up and down it is unstable. Lord please, through the flames of your spirit reveal yourself who you really are, let the great revelation of your love strike me to the floor and aweken me from my sleep this amazing glory will lead my passion all the more and strengthen me to press on. O Triune God come please attend to my pleas, you are the one the truth and the life, the gateway of Righteousness through your cross that, aweful death that I embraced. By your spirirt you said your yoke is easy so please come and help me to carry your cross your stretched out hands o Holy spirit gives me strength and I have no bounds to what can I do. Rejoicingly I can enjoy and run and chase after these beutiful delivering and peacful sandals of my risen love of my soul -Jesus Christ who's wisdom love and peace know no bounds.

Beutiful is he that sits on the throne, help me insert your passion onto my heart o Lord don't let my heart become more corrupted heal me by the revelation of your love. This hunger and my half heartedness causes me great distress but it is my God who shapes me and it is he who delivers me and makes all things new. Therfore I shall press on and wait for him, his Love will never fail me but will cleanse my by his pure touch of his blood and clothe me in royal robes in his courts I shall dwell for all eternity.

Halleluia and praise be to the triune God who is supreme over all the universe and in whom all things hold together. He's worthy of all praise and glory for his wonders that he performs; though we do not deserve any of them how great and amazing is your grace Amen. He's love is real! He never let's down his children he makes his church look beutiful and pure and accepts her as his bride. praise this God of Glory! For he reigns on his throne with righteousness, the earth is his footstool and heaven is his throne the rain of his spirit falls on earth. See his love see his glory and grace the king longs to reveal himself to his creation so seek his face o you beloved seek his face you saints he's face is beutiful more than the colours of the sky and the beuty of the sunrise. The bells ring and so hurry run to his altar enter through the gate of thanksgiving and praise.