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The Psalmist at the Gate
by Jan Ackerson Dear God, let me enter Your gate! Thanksgiving makes sorrows abate; Only You I adore-- I shall sing evermore, A cleansed and redeemed reprobate. Jehovah, I enter Your praise-- How holy are all of Your ways! In a crucibles heat You refine and complete, And Youve numbered each one of my days. My Father, I enter Your will, So impatient for answers, until You bid me to wait As You sweetly create For mepathwaysif I can be still. O Lord, let me enter Your rest! I long to be sheltered and blessed-- Ive too many cares, Disappointments and snares; Im crushed, overwhelmed, and distressed. Sweet Jesus, I enter Your peace, And here, let all thoughts of self cease. In surrender divine My will becomes Thine; To You all my plans I release. Now, Abba, I enter Your grace Where You wash every tear from my face. Unworthy, defiled, And yet wholly Your child-- Your mercy and love I embrace. Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |