Sunday afternoon, 03/28/04
I can no longer live apart from You,
locked inside self-centered pride
by the fear that chains me to it.
Release me from the tyrant of relentless condemnation,
ever cold and lonely behind barbed wire and stone.
Healer of the broken,
Defender of the weak,
Jesus, be my Savior.
I need You.
Monday night, 04/29/04
I want to be closer to You. Please show me the way.
I am the way. Be still, and I will find you. When little children are lost, they panic and
run around. They are harder to find because they don‟t stay in one place long enough. Be