Write On.life: Thoughts. Written. Shared.

My Father looks down
He looks to see
Is my heart open, meek and free?
Sadly, he sees,
I’m seeking pleasures vain
Will I turn from my old ways,
And seek His face again?
Father, I come!
These husks don’t fill
The longing for your healing touch
And for heaven to be real!
I fall so many times
Lukewarmville’s a wretched town,
With no place to lay one’s head down
To rest.
You’re the best
Friend I’ve found.
Lord I pray for mercy,
I need You Lord!
Why oh why do I forget,
You’re the oil in my lamp,
The wind in my sails.
I look up to You
I open my heart,
Teach me humility,
That my life would be a mirror,
That perchance someone looks thru,
All they view
Is the salvation your love doth give,
And the voice they hear,
Says, look to the Lamb, and Live!