Tuesday, July 10, 2012
My LORD, my Master
I’ve sold myself to people – men and women – for a fleshly price
I’ve sold myself to ideas – for the cost of acceptance
I’ve sold myself for pleasure; I’ve sold myself for pain
I set my purchase price, I picked my owners, I determined the time
I sought, I found, I decided
But not with You
You thought of me before I existed
You sought me – the first time that’s ever happened for me
You bought me two thousand years ago
When You suffered I was in Your heart
From the first drop of blood You branded me YOUR possession
I am not Your convert, I am not Your servant
You purchased me with Your suffering
Just as Paul is, just as James is, I am Your slave
You are my Master
I get that now
You alone are worthy of my worship, and abject adoration
I am on my knees, fall on my face, because You bought me with Your love through Your blood
I don’t worship You for heaven
If hell must be my head – I will still worship You
Because YOU alone are worthy my LORD0
And my heart aches with Your awesomeness and glory
My mind reels with the purchased price
I am Your reward, Your treasure, because YOU wanted me
In You I can stand, but because of You I am on my knees
I love You seems so pale and faded, but YOU can make it great bright and brilliant
My LORD, my Savior, My God
Never cease seeking me, I beg of you, and I will try not to stray
Just call my knee, and give me the strength I plead to always answer
“Here I am”