Morning Cry

In Your mercy, O Lord, hear my cry. You alone search the mind and test the heart. I'm coming to You because I have nothing—no wisdom, no strength, no righteousness, no love—nothing of my own. I realize my utter dependence on You. You know the turmoil in my mind, the battle with my thoughts, the weakness of my heart. Deliver me from myself. I give You permission to save me at any cost. 

I'm casting myself—broken, bruised, battered—at the foot of the cross. 

I'm tired of fighting, Lord. 

Yet when I behold the Lamb of God—broken, bruised, battered—I'm reminded that the battle is the Lord's. The victory is won. 

But at no small price.

God hung on a tree. God was sundered,

                                                                                   torn      apart,

                                                                                                                 forsaken. 

God died…and paid the eternal consequence

for me.

I'm letting it sink in.

Love has won the victory                            

…in my heart.

"I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD; I will make mention of Your righteousness, of Yours only"

(Psalm 71:16 NKJV)

Thank You, Father.

In the precious name of Your Son, Jesus.

Amen