My soul pants for God and God alone

I will wait for you like the dry earth waits for the rain–eager to feel your presence wash over my thirsty soul. First come the drops, just a sprinkle that hints of the coming flood. And before I know it, my hands lifted high in praise are catching the overflowing rain.

Who can comprehend?

Holy Spirit, you tug my emotions in so many directions. I am joyous and proud to serve a God so great, one who created it all in vastness and beauty. I feel like singing with a voice that is never sure to be in tune. And yet… Yet I feel my heart being crushed in the very same moment. I am overwhelmed by a sadness with no words. When will I ever be free from this “world-wearied flesh”? Does the world have no hope? Who will bring light to these lost souls?

Suddenly, a passion is ignited in my bones. Holy Spirit, what are you doing to me? I feel like finding a crowded room to stand up in and prophesy. The end is coming! Judgement is near, and so is Christ’s glory! They will come together. And all will bow before him. Turn now before it’s too late! He stands at the door, knocking. Oh please, please! I beg you! Let him in.

Jesus, you are so beautiful. I am… in love. I will let your Spirit lead me to the cross. I will be crucified with you. Take this old life. Finally, I surrender. All I need is you to have your way.