Tuesday, July 3, 2007

My prayer for today...

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

Refrain

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

Refrain

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

Refrain

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Refrain

This is based upon the Hebrews 6:19-20 - We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where Jesus, who went before us, has entered on our behalf.

We are firmly anchored to God, we are safe, and we need not worry about being shipwrecked. Our hope, our anchor is attached to something immovable. When the storm comes, you turn to wards wherever you are anchored... I am seeing the things that have anchored asides from Christ... the storms show where my anchor slides...not bedded into Immovable, instead i drift alone, scared, and sinking... I recognise my Hope is anchored in Jesus, who has gone before me and made peace with God on my behalf. He's in the Holy of Holies at the side of the Father, offer prayers of intercession on our behalf.

Have we anchored our lives to the hope of Jesus Christ? Or to other things that we think will save us?

Monday, July 2, 2007

The prayer of ABC's....

God Spell

By Gerard Kelly

Arrest me Oh God, until I am free

Blind me until the scales fall from my eyes

Cajole me, coral me, confront what’s soft in me

God of comfort; who will never compromise

Divorce me, my God, from all that harms my heart

Extend me beyond my feeble dreams

Fix me, firm and fast, to your unfolding future

God of visions; who is not what he may seem

Glue me, great God, in the grip of your goodness

Hold me in the harbour of your hand

Infuse me; inspire me; invest in my perfection

God of grace I will not always understand

Jump-start me, jolting God when my own ignition fails me

Kick me into life when life is waiting

Leap frog my reluctance, lead me in your dance

God of sacrifice, on whose thin ice I am skating

Mark me, wounded God, with the subtle bruise of love

Needle me with needs that crave compassion

Outrage my inhibitions; violate my isolation

God of giving who will not remain unmoved

Provoke me, powerful God, to a panoramic vision

Question me when I excuse my small ambitions

Reason with me; read intentions; renew imagination

God of dreams who can do more than I can dream of

Scorch me, searing God, when my temperature is falling

Traumatise me when my spirit is sedated

Upset my dull routines; undermine my oversleeping

God of wildfire, who will not be domesticated

Vaccinate me, holy God, against the selfish gene’s encroachment

Wash the self-inflicted wounds of my false feelings

X-ray my heart until every motive shows

God of hygiene, holding out for my full healing

Yearn for me God of love whose very life is longing

Zero-in on every hindrance to my wholeness

Zoom-in on my mind-maps

Zone-out my danger zones

God of endings who will leave no song unended