My wretched soul finds strength in the Lord. He is my portion forever. Daily is my need for the Lord’s divine guidance. In my poverty and weakness, Jesus, You have lifted me from the pit. What blessed assurance that I am Yours, Lord. My guilty conscience persecutes me. Your love pardons me. Remnants of sin’s plaguing presence create trouble in my soul. Accusations from the enemy fuel the fires of insecurity. Your love is my assurance. Fill me with Your Spirit so that all defiling contents are properly sifted by the divine wind. Truly, there is beauty in purity. I honor You in a way that is extraordinary even though I am undeserving of a response. Let me worship You with honor, power, and the utmost devotion. Empty me of every other motivation except pleasing You. My weak soul finds strength in Your Word. My plagued heart finds a remedy in Your salvation. Your thoughts are precious. Write Your Name on the tablet of my heart. Let me never be ashamed, Lord. Your Name is my breath, the center of my heart. My affections are Yours to command. Be my first, my last, my early and latest thought. It is my joy to abide in You. Under the Word of the Lord in Song of Solomon 8:6 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

Set me as a seal upon Your heart, as a seal upon Your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.
Song of Solomon 8:6, ESV