Let me pass each precious moment in praise and admiration of Your radiant majesty, Lord. Before You I bow in reverent awe. Intimacy in private prayer is such a privilege and treasure. Let me never take for granted that which You have given me. Though I am a poor exchange for the glorious bounty You bestowed upon me, please accept my thankfulness. My soul is open before You, Lord. Be pleased to enter in and consume me with Your holy flames of truth. My efforts are feeble in the face of such grace, God. Yet, I give You what I have with the entirety of my devotion. I yield myself to You and only You. Like the widow in the temple, I cast my entire wealth of heart into Your coffers, Lord. Use my offering as only You can. With my whole being let me love and serve You. At Your feet let me learn from You. In Your heart let me dwell. Nothing is my desire except You, Lord Jesus. You are enough. So I gratefully give up my claim on everything else. Accept and own me, Lord, by claiming me with the seal of Your Holy Spirit. Under the Word graciously bestowed in Isaiah 53:5-6 and the authority of Christ, I bow in prayer.
The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about Him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a Man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at Him and people turned away. We looked down on Him, thought He was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains He carried— our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought He brought it on Himself, that God was punishing Him for His own failures. But it was our sins that did that to Him, that ripped and tore and crushed Him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through His bruises we get healed. We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost. We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong, on Him, on Him.
Isaiah 53:5-6, MSG