I'm not satisfied

Lord, I must say to You that I'm not satisfied. I want more of your mercy, love, and presence. Yes I believe in parting waters, giant fish and smooth stones but more than anything else I want to enter into your chambers. I grieve over the health of your bride. All the wars over philosophy, all the mandates and pursuits of earthly kingdoms. I am grieved and not satisfied. Lord Jesus Christ, virgin born Son of God- we have filled our barns with excess and turned a blind eye to souls destined to eternal seperation and torment. We have idolized the fruits of your grace while shuning the Giver.

Lord, let your holy fire consume every shred of carnality and oppression that your bride has buried in the tents of her dwelling place. Halt every lying, resenting, coveting, destructive tongue. Rock the very portals of our wickedness. I don't pray for comfort- I hestitate praying for any form of success. I say to You, God. Devestate me if that's what needs to happen because I realize the shear audacity of ambition, earthly confirmation, legitimacy and personal conquest.

Turn me, God. Turn us all toward Your glory seen only as we stand, hands empty toward the altar of blood-sprinked grace.

Comments

[Sarah L. Howell]

Amen. What a beautiful, courageous prayer. May it become the petition of all the saints.