Psalm of God

Lord on High
Son of God

My host flesh spares no time
I wake up from rest
And I am shown the futility of my soul
The futility of faith in the world
I am weighed down with a flesh yet denied

Then I rise, moments later
I seek out the Father in prayer
I give thanks for you, and the life in me
And I am then reminded of
The futility of flesh in the world
I harness my flesh to serve the Spirit

I am thankful for this opposition in me
Although it is the roots of constant despair
I battle to remain alert to the trappings
Those flesh empowering trials and temptations
I do not see them, and I am led astray by them
My actions are the manifest of my choices

I am thankful for this great enemy
Without an enemy I would have no purpose being
What kind of service could I offer the Father
If I did not need to seek you out for strength
How could I prove myself if not for adversity
My actions are your glory in the Father
My victory is defined in each moment with you
Your authority shines by the grace afforded me
Is this not what defines your hope for me?
Yes, by grace alone can I serve the Father in you

This little light, my life, my soul, it is of you
And by this gift, you nurture me with wisdom
So when I return to you we may enjoy the harvest
In the Holy Spirit we do bond
We both speak, we both listen
We share what is not heard by the flesh
And we see what is not seen in the world

I am simply bound here to discover my place

In you.

Father God
Most High
Thank you for your Son
His Truth in you
The Light that is full
The Life that is perfect
The Bread I hunger for
The Water which quenches my thirst
The Gateway to Your Kingdom
My King
My Lord
My closest friend
Thank you Father
Forever
Amen