Tuesday, January 12, 2010


I came across this poem today on another blog and I fell in love with it!  When I share things about my husband, I often hear "I just don't know how you do it," in reply.  Well, I don't.  I don't do anything but ask God every single day, continually, to give me strength.  When I detach myself from my life, and try to see it through the lens of another person, I am in awe of the strength of the Lord.  I am so thankful that He sees me worthy to bless me with this strength every day.  There are many, many times where I just feel like I can't even pray.  My spirit is so broken and dry, that I just have to pray "Lord you know my heart...help me." because to utter the actual words, to even allow them in my mind, would cause me to fall completely to pieces.  Despite the struggle life is sometimes, and the times my spirit feels dry, and the days when I wonder how much longer I will have to endure this or watch my husband endure this - I am glad.  The joy of the Lord is my strength.

Why I Worship

I worship God because He has freed me from the tight, painful, scarring bounds of sin.

Oh how wicked is my heart!

It sends sin cursing through my veins and finally pouring out of my flesh;

The intent of the thoughts of my heart are evil continually.

Yet, God lifted me out of the pit, out of the mud and mire, fulfilling His desire

to set me free


I should be crushed, but instead, He was.

He got my sin and I got eternal life.

Everyday I battle with sin, the war within;

yet everyday His mercies are new and I can approach the throne of grace

without disgrace

but with confidence…how can it be?

Oh but for the grace of God!

In my failures, my legalism, my complacency,

my weakness, my pride, my foolishness and my fears;

I am an open book before the Lord that’s pages are covered in blood

covering the words and images of my old self.

The paint brush of my soul now dips its bristles in the blood and a new book is written,

one that He breathes life into,

guides through,

and speaks true.

My soul overflows with gratefulness, humility and joy.

I am awed at His love for me.

What can I offer? Nothing of myself is worthy, so I offer my open hands, my open heart,

and my open mouth that must speak of His glory, that must tell of His story!

My soul bows in worship,

true, unrestrained, vulnerable adoration for my King.

I cannot contain my soul,

for it,



By: Sarah Mae

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