“Prone To Wander”
“Prone to wander, Lord I feel it…
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy Courts above.”
– Robert Robinson
As we close this week’s series, it is best that we remember some beautiful truths about the Battles we face.
First, God honors your desire to be true to Him.
He will help. In our MOST WICKED STATE, when Gollum takes over. There His love is most proven for its consistency.
You can disappoint yourself, but never our Father.
“…for He knows how we are formed,
He remembers that we are dust.”
– Psalm 103:14 (NIV)
“A bruised reed He will not break,
and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out…”
– Isaiah 42:3 (NIV)
Do not stray away from Home.
Find your way back ALWAYS. He is waiting to wash your sins away and clothe you with His holiness.
Second, know yourself.
When you know where you are weakest, the Battle is half-won.
The rest is how you prepare. That’s why God has also put GUARDIAN ANGELS IN THE FLESH in our lives.
They know us and can smell us. They will help. They will hurt us if needed because they love us.
If you have no one yet, establish relationships with such people. They will be your BEST ALLIES.
“Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”
– Ecclesiastes 4:12
Worship by ALWAYS bringing your MOST TREASURED, MOST LOVED people, possessions, and dreams at the FOOT OF THE CROSS.
Let not your heart be a captive of anything other than HIS AFFECTION.
This weekend, read Tozer’s,
“The Blessedness of Possessing Nothing,” in his book “The Pursuit Of God.”
Sometimes, no words are enough to express our hearts.
Perhaps, this song can be the prayer of your heart as you prepare to end this week, and begin another, in worship.
Come Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.