My heart seems inclined to worship anything but God sometimes. It’s a sick thing, and I will no longer dwell on this subject, because I realize it seems to rejoice in its perverseness and it almost sounds boastful and arrogant. The emphasis should not be on the sinner but on God who is mighty to save. Now, to Jesus. You are the resurrection and the life. You are the way, the truth, and the life. You are the lamb of God. You love us. I lift my eyes. I bow my knees. May my knees be calloused from worship. Why is it that we are so rebellious when You are so good? Why is it? We don’t understand ourselves. I don’t. Or maybe we don’t understand You. You withhold no good thing for those who love you. You are good, God, and I long to be with you. Something is holding me back, and I’m not sure what it is. May it be some heresy, or something I believe to be truth but it’s false, may these things perish and your truth remain. May your holy word clean me.
Arise, God!
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