My Spirit


I praise you for your Spirit that dwells within,

that lights me up from the inside,

with your joy, strength, and comfort.

Your Spirit is a blue flame,

using the pressures of the world,

to mold me, shape me,

taking what was dead and black,

and creating within purity,

surrender, holiness,

a multi-faceted diamond

reflecting your glory alone.

My dying flesh is a holy temple,

home to a spirit of power, love, and sound mind,

one with you.

So I will stand firm today,

not shrink back from demands surrounding,

and press into your presence,

trusting in your goodness,

applying faith to every insurmountable mountain,

and speaking forth and praising your beautiful Name.

You are worthy Lord!