THAT I MAY KNOW HIM…(phillipians 3:10)

Lord, reveal to me the camouflaged doors in my heart. (Rev 3:20) Behold, you stand at the door and knock. If I would only hear your voice and open the door, you will come in and fellowship with me.

I want to see your face… for God's approval and glory are on it.

Your eyes… full of compassion and love. My mind cannot comprehend its intensity.

Your thorn scarred brow… that protected your eyes from the drops of blood that poured over your face.

Your plucked chin and cheeks were your beard once was… now as naked and swollen as your body on the cross.

Your flesh torn side… exposing your muscle tissue and organs. Just as my sins are exposed deep inside of my dark heart.

Your splintered back from the rugged cross…with it you have held and carried me through the mountains and valleys of life.

The holes in your hands…pierced for my transgressions. They are outstretched to invite me into your arms.

Your bruised feet…may my tears nourish and wash them.

(Rom 5:8) Who demonstrates a greater love??? NONE.

Your crusifixion…

Your burial…

Your ressurection…

Your pierced body … all is a testimony of it.

I want to hear your voice… your knock.

I want to know you intimately in the (phil 3:10) power of your ressurection and in the fellowship of your sufferings.

Lord, I want to follow you through the deepest sea… (Gen 2:7) You are the Breath of Life.

I want to follow you over the highest mountain and through the lowest valley… (Rev 21:23) For your glory radiates brighter than the sun and moon and will light my path day and night.

Lord, I want to (Heb 12:1) follow you through the time it takes to finish this race. (2 Pet 3:8) For a day with you in Heaven is but a thousand years on earth.

(John 6:35) Nourish my body O Bread of Life.

(John 4:13-14) Quinch my thirst O Well of Living Waters.

That I may hunger nor thirst anymore.

May I know you through the fellowship of Your sufferings… (Rom 8:18) for mine are not worthy compared with the glory that will be revealed to us.

I would rather receive the fruit of Your righteousness, for mine (Isa 64:6) are but filthy rags. They are but a leaf consummed in the flame of your Soveriegnty.

Thank you Lord… Lover of my soul…

My Redeemer…

My Best friend.