“I want you to see Me when you look into the mirror,
That you’ll never be in doubt about who you are.
I want you to ask for more of Me,
There’s more of Me to go around infinitely many times over;
But there isn’t enough of you to have two masters;
There isn’t enough of you to seek Me with divided attention.
Believe Me when I say I love you.
You may not understand, but you’ll need to trust and obey.
There are songs I sing for those who triumph by trusting;
They are called the songs of faith of the saints;
Songs understood only by those who obey.
There are songs I sing for those who wrestle and prevail;
Wrestle with God and men, the flesh and the world;
They limp by the break of dawn, with broken and contrite hearts;
Theirs are called the songs of the broken overcomers.
There are songs I sing that I do not like to sing;
For my sons and daughters who can not hear and do not listen;
Songs for their hurts and distresses and losses;
Because they do not hear the alarms sounding,
Nor see destruction coming as it lays waste,
Neither do they smell the burning as the flames devour their treasures.
Theirs are called the songs of lamentations for the lost.
I want you to draw close, closer…please, closer still.
How would you like to smell with me the fragrance
Of the incense that comes up to Me from the prayers of the saints?
How would you like to carry My heart and sing My songs?
How would you like to have My mind, and see as I do?
I want you; Come to Me; Even if it hurts; Especially when it hurts.”
#II Corinthians 3:18
#Jeremiah 8:18, 21-22