Wilderness Prayer

Oh Jesus, my Jesus,
True Friend of my heart,
true Lover of my soul, My heart is hurting.
My soul is aching.
All that I have ever been,
All of my "beauties" falling, falling to the ground.
The goodness, the righteousness,
The good intentions and "right" motives,
Dropping layer by layer...
Leaving behind one that I do not even know or recognize...
The Lover of my love strips me
And as the hidden things are uncovered
And the exterior beauties taken,
I am not what I thought I was.
I know it is by Your hand that I am stripped.
Though it hurts immensely,
I recognize it as a Love deeper than my heart has ever known
Taking away what will not stand
That He might crown me with His true beauty
And clothe me in His robes.
Truly, I am not the one that I thought myself to be.
They ask me "then who is the one who comes?"
I look only to Your eyes and say,
"She is nothing but what He alone speaks her into being.
His words alone hold within the essence of who she is. She is His.
Do not look upon me, for I am dark.
Please see only Him. He is the beautiful. He is the pure."



- escrito por: Dana Candler