You give us a clear path, and then place so many obsticles in our way.
You tell us to go, and yet you prevent us.
You say "this is My will," and yet You close so many doors.
clearly You are testing. but You have promised that when (not if) we go thru the fire, we will come forth as pure gold. refined as only the best. that
You, the Master Potter, mold us to Your perfection, for us.
You are the Good Sheepherd and when your little helpless lambs are subject to storms, winds, danger and faced with being lost, You find us and lift us into Your arms and carry us safely back to the shelter of Your fold.
guide us now. may You be glorified in our weaknesess and our imperfections. may our trust in You be renewed not once at a camp meeting, but daily, an afirmation of our faith. placing our lives daily in Your nail pierced hands that are so loving and so capable.
thine be the honor and the glory and the power forever.
amen.
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