Prayer ... "Let Me Be As A Child"

Lord, give me the heart of a child ... responding with simple sweet faith ... trusting Your love, believing Your promises, and seeking to please You.  Even as a child delights in the smile from His Father's face ... let me delight in bringing joy to Your heart. I pray ... my faith in your love - will honor Your sacrifice for me.

Calvary is real to me.  The scriptures telling the story of Your life, Your message and Your ultimate sacrifice are engraved on my mind and seared into my heart. Often, I quieten my spirit to remember, to vision and live those days with you ... following in my imagination ... recalling the verses, scripting the words across the template of my mind ... tracing your footsteps over Galilee's Hills, along twisting narrow Jerusalem passages and finally climbing ... your blood drops marking the path ... all the way up Calvary's mount.

Lord ... I need to be as a child, simply believing You chose to die on that cross, hanging between the heavens and hell ... to take away my sins. A child, holding fast to Your promise ... "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotton Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."  John 3:16

Oh, let me have the heart of a child, broken and loving ... sinking to my knees in the sand before your Cross ... watching my Jesus die, grieving, weeping, shuddering with Your agony while the sky darkens, and jagged, angry lightening arches, striking the quaking earth below me. Let me be the child who remembers; remembers it all ... questioning nothing.  My soul cherishes simple faith; believing God.  Faith counted as righteousness ... for in myself, my righteousness is as filthy rags ... only in my faith is my righteousness counted.  Romans 5:22

My years are as a breath of a second with You, my Lord... with eternity shining beyond that glorious threshold.   Hold me safe, I pray: safe from my enemy whose poison darts pierce mind and heart with treacherous questions.

To question the words of God is to entertain deception.

My Father, guard my soul.  Set a hedge about me ... shielding my pitiful human mind and nature from sin's dange.    Preserve my soul and hold me near Your holiness ... Your child, sheltered against Your heart.

This I pray ... believing You hear my prayer ... trusting Your love ... filled with a child's desire to please my precious Father & Savior.

April, 2000