A place of writing and reflection…
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Lord, I give you my heart
To use according to Your will.
But make my way peaceful Lord
And my days quieter still.
But, my child, you don’t understand my plan
Nor do you understand my ways.
There must be some troublesome times
And some pain amidst your days.
Child of mine, I’ll take your heart,
But in love I must break it.
When I put it back together again,
Into something bigger I’ll make it.
Lord, you’re going to make my heart bigger?
Then fill it with love and kindness overflowing
So that others may see Thee in me
And marvel at Thee, Almighty and All-knowing.
So, my friend, in tenderness and in love God takes our hearts,
Breaks it and makes it according to His will,
With love inflowing and joy overflowing,
Into a channel of blessing bigger still.
The Faithbook 2012
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