Everything I do
Going to church
Every time, the church doors are open
Serving in a ministry at church
Reading Your Word Daily
Praying Each and Everyday
SEEMS Not Enough
If my soul-
MY mind, my will, and my emotions
Are not submitted to You,
All those things have no meaning.
All those things ARE Not Enough.
My innermost being cries out for You
Cries out for the FIRE that once burns within.
Where All my worship --
was undistractedly pure and true.
There is too much clutter
too much Noise
That hinders the pure worship
that my soul longs for...
Bring me back to the place
where my heart desire was to seek your face
in a place of...
MORE THAN ENOUGH
This is a repost of poem I wrote on April 8, 2009 at 11:08 PM.