Oh that God will invade our hearts, change our plans and align our programs with His will. That He will send His fire to purify our hearts. Oh that the struggles, my struggles will end. That in spite of the flesh, the will of the Father I will do. Let Him that rend the temple cloth in two come and rend my heart. Quicken my mortal body oh Holy Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead.

Purify my heart o thou that art too holy to behold impurity, change my heart oh Lord, make it ever true. Let my life be ever filled with the radiance of your glory. Maranatha thou sweet redeemer, come quickly and end this pain. As a woman in labour pain I groan. As one lost in the desert I yearn for home. That I may rest my head in your bosom, feel the warmth of your hands wrapped round me. That I may join the company of the departed and echo ‘my job I have done’

The spirit, my spirit is willing Lord, but what do we do with this flesh? This weight is heavy Lord, for how long must  I crumble? I lean backward, I peeped into the past, how I yearn for those days when I would not lay my head to sleep until good worship I have given thee. Days when the streets were my workplace, the sole of my shoes bore a testimony to how often I tranversed the street, preaching the gospel. Take me to those days when your delight was my food and prayers the oxygen I inhale.

You have not changed Lord, neither has your plan. The truth is I have changed in many a way. I have deviated from that which helped my growth. The sound of your heartbeat sounds faint, not because you are fading away but because I have strayed off. Snatch me from death dear Lord. Align me with your will again. My peace is found in being one piece with you. Let the sun shine on this skin of mine again. I long to breathe, to run in the fields, to bask in the warmth of sunrise. I long for freedom, freedom to serve, freedom to look into your face and not feel shame. Freedom to allow your spirit free access in me, freedom to be whom you have made me to be. I long for the freedom, freedom from this mortal body of sin. Like the wind let me be free. Let me take my place among the Angels who behold you day by day.