I am one of his disciples
I am one who bears his name
I am one of Satan’s rivals
I am one and I am unashamed
I am orphan made a daughter
I am a harlot made a wife
I’m a poor man called to dinner
I am a stranger recognized
Oh I am the image of a hidden glory
Yes I am danced over died for willingly
Oh I am the keeper of a coming kingdom
and hallelujah I am home to coming King
I am one of his defiers
I am one of his runaways
I have fought him to the wire
And I have cursed him to his face
But I am one who he has pardoned
I am one who knows his grace
Though the world my heart would harden
His love avows to keep it safe
-Miriam Jones, listen here: I am one
“Grace is not about finishing last or first;
it’s about not counting.”
-Philip Yancey, What’s So Amazing About Grace
Lord, forgive our self-centeredness
and need for control.
Forgive our complacency and
ready acceptance of the world as it is,
without striving to make it what
you created it to be.
The life you give to us
is not just for us,
but for the world.
May we be your blessing, Lord.
-Moravian Book of Prayer
I know not what I should ask of thee.
Thou only knowest what I want;
and Thou lovest me better than I can love myself.
O Lord, give to me, Thy child, what is proper,
whatsoever it may be.
I dare not ask either crosses or comforts.
I only present myself before Thee.
I open my heart to Thee.
Behold my wants, which I am ignorant of;
but do Thou behold and do according to Thy mercy.
Smite or heal! Depress or raise me up.
I adore all Thy purposes without knowing them.
I am silent. I offer myself in sacrifice.
I abandon myself to Thee. I have no more any desire
but to accomplish Thy will.
Lord, teach me how to pray.
Dwell Thou Thyself in me by Thy Holy Spirit.
“He who cannot forgive another,
breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself.”
Master, they say that when I seem
To be in speech with you,
Since you make no replies, it’s all a dream
– One talker aping two.
They are half right, but not as they
Imagine; rather, I
Seek in myself the things I meant to say,
And lo! the wells are dry.
Then, seeing me empty, you forsake
The Listener’s role, and through
My dead lips breathe and into utterance wake
The thoughts I never knew.
And thus you neither need reply
Nor can; thus, while we seem
Two talking, thou art One forever, and I
No dreamer, but thy dream.
– C.S. Lewis
“Our task is one of holding on, not of attacking. In the person of Jesus Christ, God has already conquered. He has given us his victory to hold onto… we need to occupy the ground that is already ours in Christ.”
-Watchman Nee, Sit, Walk, Stand