Lord, it was upon this place
Seek; I did, your truth, your face
Your hand extended and drew me in
You cleansed my heart; washed away my sin
You filled that hole deep down inside
The missing link for which you died
You rose to give me life anew
Free from sin; alive in you!
Into me your Spirit breathed,
Bringing comfort, strength and shield
Armed in grace; your word my sword
Blessed to call you Eternal Lord!
No more doubting, nor wondering why
A life of purpose, Jesus, you satisfy
To you surrender all I am
My trust in you, my Savior, Friend
Undeserving as I may be,
Thank you Lord for loving me
Freedom at last, transformed by grace
Now, I long to see your face!
My personal prayer, poem
Jennifer Bolen
March 6, 2009
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