as it is.

[. my soul is willing, but my flesh is weak .]


G o d— m a k e m e s t r o n g

unsung verse.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

[.come thou fount | robert robinson.]

Jesus...

take my dreams and give them wings...

I am a magnificent ruin.

Thank you God, for the way you have dismantled my world.

... don't stop until Your work is
finished—no matter how hard I scream and cry.

Holiness and self-abandonment is what I ask for.