With a humble heart I come to the foot of your sacred throne.
I place the whole of me before thee my Lord.
Who is the one who listens to me?
Who is the one who knows my plea?
Your ear Father is intent on listening to my plight.
You remind me that I am not alone in any fight.
My cry to you has not been in vain.
You see and heal all my pain.
I confidently lift my hands up to you.
And the whole of my heart I give to you.
You, who know everything I feel.
Change me, and my wrong way of thinking heal.
Burn me Lord with your purifying fire.
I will do all that which you of me require.
And, as you cleanse me, from all the debris.
I will sing a song of jubilee.
Lord, bring to my mind, to my memory.
The sweet hope of your story.
Father God, remind me that in you lies all victory and all glory.
Ana Cecilia Petersen
Thank you, Lord for molding us into your likeness.
May 20, 2007
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