Though I am mired in sin, yet still have mercy on me, O Father and Lord of my life. Capture my every thought and all the impulses of my being. Make me yours in every facet of my life, so that I might have peace and full redemption in every branch and twig and leaf of my being.
I want to hear every whisper of your Spirit. I want to sense every nuance of his gestures, every shading of his expressions. I want to be thoroughly pliant in his creative hands. Only then can I know life in all its fullness and richness and rightness.
Sin’s bitterness descends like fog, like gloomy mist that deadens my hearing, that clouds my vision, that leaves me unable to track the voice, the gestures, the motions of your Spirit. Like a burning, acrid smog, sin corrupts my sense of your Spirit’s nearness, your Spirit’s embrace.
Nevertheless, your blood, Lord Jesus, has neutralized sin’s poisonous power. Your Holy Pneuma blows fresh, and I breathe in the full, fresh flow of your Spirit of life refreshing, cleansing, healing the nostrils, the trachea, the lungs of my spirit. You are in me, permeating every artery, every capillary of my being.
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