Sifting Season

Heart so raw, tis aching sore
and yet I look to Thee for more.
A sifting time of all that's mine
is my request, O Lord Divine.

My soul doest tremble when I do ask
for Thee to make complete this task,
yet freedom's call is stronger still
than any path my flesh would will.

So on humble knees I beg again
for sifting season to begin.
Put to fire my weakend shell
expose to Light where darkness dwells;

Let naught remain entrenched, unfound
sift and sift till all's unbound.
Be my strength my Rod of Light,
my Truth throught out my pain-filled plight.

To know Thee is my one desire,
all else consume O Flame of Fire,
reduce my life till what remains
is full of Christ and free of shame.


As Ann so beautifully said today, " we must listen for the Lord, or the wagging tongue of the world will keep us deaf." I pray for us all as we are sifted, refined, broken... that we will listen for His still small voice of instruction, correction, encouragement, comfort, truth. He is always there, waiting to see if we are willing to be made more free. Longing to break our chains of bondage, that we may walk in true freedom in Christ. Listen to His whispers - true grace is the willingess to be made more beautiful in Him, no matter the cost.
all my love,

aimee