You, You, You

You were so unconventional and suprising. I just thank You. What a direct person You were. You could wear a man out with a look. How simple and yet how profound were the things you said. I think about the parable of the good Samaritan. You talked about a "despised Samaritan" who was a neighbour to the man in a way that the temple priest and the Levite weren't.

In many ways You defied their notions of God. And You sweep away all my preconceptions of You. When I don't deserve Your presence and I come in broken and numb because of things that I've done, I feel You near. You bring my friends to Yourself when my flame is flickering and almost gone out so all the glory goes to You and I have the joy. You understand me in a way no man can... You are patient with me, not desiring that I should perish.

Amazing grace... won't you keep me from taking it from granted?
Thank You for the cross, my friend...

The intangible to become reality in my life, the unseen and the eternal to be more visible to me than the temporary things, won't You do this? Won't You keep me from idols?

I have cried all the tears, said all the sorrys. But I don't want to go back. How can You be so patient with me? You desire so much more than my words and my tears. You desire my heart and my love. You desire so much more than what I do for You in public or say about You in public. You want worship in the secret place.

I don't want to go around in circles, but I want to draw closer to You. I know there is much more than the kind of life I am living. There is so much more for the one who seeks You. Won't You by Your grace show that to me?