My Lord and King, let me lay my sorrows upon the altar of Your suffering. In that sweet place at the foot of the cross You offered the supreme comfort of invitation to believe. Jesus, let my faith become my sight until the light of Your love penetrates the darkness of self. My heart was starved for God-affection until You fed me with truth. My soul was parched by thirst until You quenched me with Your presence. My wayward being rejoices in Your mercy. Lord, let me dance with Your Spirit through the storms of life. Let me count the blessings that douse the arrows of condemnation seeking to assail me. My God has been good to me. Whom shall I fear? My Lord has chosen me. Whom shall I run from? He who holds the ocean in the hollow of His mighty hand tenderly caresses every tear from my cheek. Lord, You are able. You are willing. In this truth, my heart finds rest. Under the Word of promise in Psalm 27:1, 3 and the authority of Christ, I pray.
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?
Though an army encamp against me,
my heart shall not fear;
though war arise against me,
yet I will be confident.
Psalm 27:1,3 ESV