Beloved Redeemer,
You kindle hope in me; You show me holiness and teach me patience. I am marinating in a slow cooker, becoming the son You called me to be. By the strength of Your Spirit, by the light of Your glory I am made to fly. Make me as Your puppet on a string. Control me with a tight leash, lest I choose unwisely.
The petition I sang to You has been fulfilled. I am turned. It was I who squandered Your assets, and I have held my head low ever since. But I know of Your great Love for me; I know that You will not have me to suffer indefinitely; for You have given me peace and comfort. Even though I have grieved You, You have provided me a desirable and merciful end.
Oh Master, may I always follow You. May I always feed upon Your inspiration. Nourish me, my Beloved, as a mother provides a suckling, nourish me with the many flavors of divinity, glimpses into Your holy and ineffable character. These spontaneous adventures you sponsor in my life make my heart merry.
I grow older but am young in Spirit. Thank You for the best gift one could ever receive—eternal life; the gift of Your Spirit; the gift of being called Your Son. In the name of Jesus, praise, honor, and glory be unto You. Amen.
Larry Word
