Higher

I delight in delighting God
I rejoice in He rejoicing in me
A sweet repose, such lovely prose
My heart, a frame, His Spirit to abode
His Name, a whisper, a vow, a plea
a hope, a need, met indeed
Higher, O God but not in my own strength
Higher,
as I am lifted up I lift not myself
without Your breath I am low I am dust
I trust You O God to do O God
What You have inspired me to strive for –
This dream it seems to fade with wear upon me
but it can be still. Because You are I am.
Amen.






Luk:14:10
Jam:4:10