lament

I spend my time on the empty and the fleeting
I spend my life on much less than what I'd dreamed
But I'm reaching out to You, to make me new
Cause I am just a beggar, here at Your door,
I am just a shipwreck here on Your shore
I come empty handed, ready to see,
Your life in me changing who I've been to who I need to be....

Majesty, majesty, your grace has found me just as I am
Empty-handed but alive in Your hands
Majesty, majesty, forever I'm changed by Your love
In the beauty of Your majesty

sometimes it's just so hard to know that You are here with me; that You have something wonderful planned for me...for it is so beyond my ability to understand. in my confusion, i cry out to You in desperation...because nothing of this world makes any sense.
my soul is so corrupt...broken down by the spiritual corrosion of my day to day life, in this marketplace society of commodified aspirations. the compassionate too often is overshadowed by the desire to "fit in"...and in the midst of that I'm blocking You out.

Father God, I'm but a shipwreck on Your shore...scarred, burnt out, stubborn...could You take me in Your arms and make me new? I'm learning...learning to let You reign in my life. Your grace...it is altogether fearful and altogether lovely. I'm at a loss for words at the beauty of your sacrifice...frightened by its sheer all-encompassing nature....but at the same time, I realize that Your grace enables and it also forgives me for my humanity.

Thank you for the friendship and the fear.