My Song Halfway in the Windpipe

My worship my song becoming less intrinsic and more sacrificial. That my song be continually more centered than it is. More centered than this place of constantly overcoming my selfishness and more self-indulgence.

May my heart my worship be a song heard through my own sufferings these great strings, You cherish. The notes I hear of Paul in 1 Corinthians. When he spoke about his many great sufferings, and he boasted in the Lord. May song be birthed transpired in these places that we call sufferings.

This scared place that brings out. Our true sufferings and is poured out in worship a song to Your Heavenly Ear.

My own personal sufferings. Only Heaven knows. It is felt and received beyond all natural capabilities and my own good sense. Which isn't worth much.

May my worship be less decaffeinated and more heartfelt. Worthy of a King who is soon coming.

May it never forget You Jesus King of King of Lord of Lords.

May it become a place I live in, abide forever and ever.

This language of love.

I now know what love is because of You.

Jesus Christ forevermore

The Rose of Sharron

My Corazón