Tuesday, June 20, 2006

A Heart Like Thine

Lord as I read Your word today,
my eyes were lifted high,
To see the beauty of a holy life -
a life which is my heart's cry.

A heart that's burning with love for souls
Is what I daily seek.
A sold-out passionate walk with you;
humble, lowly, and meek.

A servant's heart, lived for my Lord,
for His approval alone;
A heart that's free from prideful thought,
A heart that's all His own.

But introspection sinks me low,
as I view the filth inside.
"Lord how can You use a heart like this?"
Is my pleading, questioning cry.

It's full of selfish goals and whims,
a stinking inward gaze.
It's not at all in love with You;
but blinded by this self-seeking haze.

My faith is weak, this doubting heart
must surely grieve You so;
I fail to trust, I cease to rest,
Your word I do not sow.

Now Satan too joins with a leer,
and scoffs at my yearning heart;
Tainting it's intentions with sinful pride;
painting it a deeper dark.

"You'll never be the saint you desire,
Your goals are far too high.
Why not settle for a lower plain?
It's free from these heart-rending cries!"

"Besides, you see, your heart's too vile
for Him to notice you.
Your goals are vain, you'll never attain,
no matter how hard you pursue."

My inward gaze confirms this speech,
my soul tears with a wrench.
My heart is all he described and more,
full of this awful stench.

"Oh, is there hope for this heart of mine?"
My Lord's I wish it to be!
But flesh rises up wherever I look,
It's frailty is all I can see.

But wait! The tempter has failed to tell
of the Hope that set's hearts free.
He's failed to speak of the yearning heart
driven by love to Calvary.

He will not tell of the heart that broke
with a desire deeper than mine;
To draw His children close to Himself,
His glory in them to shine.

This spotless life so rich and sweet
can change my heart, it's true!
This inward gaze I choose to cease,
and accept His grace anew.

Lord, you alone can take this heart
and fill it with Yourself;
I have no strength to do what's right,
My efforts just end in filth.

Lord, undertake for me, I pray!
My yearning soul please meet.
To You I choose to look in full -
Claiming Your promises sweet.

To You, Oh Lord, my heart I lift,
So full of deep desire;
To have it stamped with You alone,
Your passion, love, and fire.

The keeping of my heart is now
in hands so great and strong;
I daily yield it fresh again,
and walk on with a song.


"Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy." Jude 1:24

"Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perfrom it until the day of Jesus Christ:" Phil. 1:6

"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts, knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God...whom he did forknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son...and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorifed. What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not
freely give us all things? Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth...in all these things we are MORE than conquerors through him that loved us." Rom. 8:26, 27, 29-33, 37


Rachel Marie said...

Beautiful poem, Andrea.

Any true believer's heart-cry should be to be like Christ in thought, word, and deed.
Romans 8 is one of my favorite passages! A heart fully submitted to Christ, and His will be a heart full of joy and graditude to the One who loves us perfectly, and has had a plan and a purpose for us since before the foundations of time were laid!
It might not be the plan we had hoped for, and prayed about, that's true; but God in His infinite love and wisdom and commpassion knows what's the very best for us!=) Isn't that a beautiful, comforting and encouraging thought?! That's what brings me the courage and joy to go on, in my own personal journey to the Celestial City.=)
I like what George Muller said: "Our Heavenly Father never takes anything from His children unless He means to give them something better."

I still don't understand, either, why Jesus chose to make this filthy wretch His treasure! I am forever grateful for His Cross, and empty tomb!!!

God bless you, as you seek to keep your heart for Jesus glory!

Bethany said...

What an incredible poem; it echoes my heart's cry as well. PTL for HIS redemptive work!