I close my eyes and confess to the One I oft’ address.
My words are swift, but my heart is far—
My thoughts distracted before a holy God.
A heart unfit, I muse, as I begin to leave.
Yet a still, small voice beckons me to stay.
And once again, I pray.
I open up His Book, hoping to stir the embers of my soul.
But cold and still is all I feel.
Time drifts on, but an empty heart seems here to stay.
Yet I wait and listen for His voice.
I study His Word and utter the deep echoes of my heart.
I persist, knowing His presence is drawing near.
Slowly, like fire on a cold night, warmth flickers through my soul.
Flicker turns into flame—a heart consumed by grace.
My gaze is fixed upon His face as holy light fills this place.
“Father, forgive me!” I cry, my eyes now opened to my sin.
“I forgive you,” says my righteous Father—
His voice softer than a whisper, yet stronger than the stars.
A tear rolls gently down my face.
My sorrow turns to joy; my indifference to zeal.
Each word I read revives the flame within my heart.
“Glory,” I whisper, as mercy floods my soul.
Once indifferent, now forgiven—such peace as only God has given.
A sinner forgiven is a power that must not be hidden.
I’ll tell the world what God has done—so all may know His love has won.
He gave His only Son, that every sin be overcome.
But such love cannot be known through a heart of stone.
Only by faith through grace can we make this love our own.
I bow in awe before the One whose death has set me free.
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