Dear Father, may I seek your face this very moment.
May I boldly approach your throne. Cast down, knees bent. Prostrate before you now.
Not my will, Sweet Father, not my own.
May I whisper a name, a prayer upon my heart. May I call out a situation, a pressed moment in time. Written out, laid down. Open before you now.
Not my words, Sweet Father, not my own.
Jesus, you walked before me. Jesus, you set the course. Our Father who art in Heaven, proclaimed from your voice. Heard by your Father. Connected Three in One.
Sweet Jesus, cause me to follow.
You sought God’s face before the crowds. You cried to God in the quiet of the night. High or low, for you or for others. Conversation with God sat ready upon your tongue.
Sweet Jesus, allow me to follow.
As a friend, a wife, a mom. As a writer and for those with whom I serve. As a daughter, a loved one, Yours. Boldly, I have entrance because of Jesus who bled and rose again.
Thank you, Oh Jesus, I thank you.
Who am I to deserve such access? I am chosen. I am forgiven. I am clothed in Righteousness. You first loved me; therefore, I have access always to your throne.
Bless your name, Oh my God, bless Your Holy Name!
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