Help me O Lord Creator of all,
God of heaven and of the whole earth,
Lead me completely into the perfect rest,
That you have kept in store allotted for me.
Carved out with care,
Fashioned with flair
You have ordained my special lair,
For it to be when I tear.
Help me to let go of the old cast,
The familiar way of the real past,
Trusting the One Who has held me fast,
Knowing He would be with me till the last.
Father, I have nothing to show forth nor anything to call my own
All I have on the altar laid for your fire to consume.
Transition me through this valley of shadow of death,
With your gentle strength and your great presence.
Father, it’s a new path I haven’t walked before,
My heart and my flesh shrink from the cross to bear.
It’s not that I doubt your plan for me nor your skill to repair,
It’s the humiliation that I would need to stand and daily endure.
Let the waves that break over me in quick succession
Only prove that it is all for my own progression.
Anchor me in firm stand until they are in recession,
So that I will not sink and be lost in deep depression.
Birth in me the life of Christ
Mold me true in His image so clear.
Hold me close and hide me in you
Until I see your face on the other side!
MULLINGSPICE 