Heart’s Cry
I found it in scribbled in an old journal yesterday as I was searching for a speaking anecdote: a poem I’d written when I began this decade of life. In the light of my birthday post, I felt a bit weepy. My age may be changing year by year, but my deepest desire is not. May this be my heart’s cry until I celebrate my last birthday in this world and expectantly step into Heaven to see my DEEPEST DESIRE face to face. Heart’s Cry
More of you, Lord, less of me.
Let this be my heart’s one plea.
No subtle change or modification;
I want to be a new creation.
Take my gifts, my plans, my flaws.
Leave no trace of who I was.
Cleanse my spirit; claim my soul.
Break me so I might be whole.
Clean out any self-obstruction
That’s in the way of reconstruction.
Prune the old. Call forth the new.
I want my life to shine for you.
Make me yours in every way.
Shape all I do and think and say.
Transform me, Lord, with your own hand.
Complete the work that you began.
Make me all you dreamed I’d be
When you first imagined me.
Then on the day you call me home,
I’ll fall before your golden throne,
And my heart will cry unceasingly
More of you, Lord, less of me.
-Alicia Bruxvoort
September 2003
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