Tuesday, April 12, 2011

I tell my own soul....

Until I am secure in the love of God.
I will not be secure in this world.

May Your Perfect Love come; wash over me.
Like a blanket, wrap around me.
Cover me.
Dress me.

I will not be afraid of the terror at night.
I will not be afraid of rejection.
I will not be afraid of what will become.

I know I can put my full confidence in You.
Your plan is good and You are good.

Secure me in Your love.
Root and Ground me deeply.

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