Daily Worship

Your blessing

January 14, 2013 0 0

Acts 20:24

โ€‹And now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there.  

I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me.

However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me - the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.

โ€‹I will not let you go unless you bless me.


O God,

who brings us home, the struggle is worth it.

I’m weary of wrestling with You,

but I’m not ready to let go.

I’m tired of wandering perplexing paths, but I won’t sit down yet.

You know how often

I wish it were easier:

some soft grass under foot,

some fragrant flowers by the way, a gentle sun and a cooling breeze (yes, I want the best of everything).

I can imagine easier ways,

but not better ways.

Your way alone is good,

Your way alone leads to home.

You know,

it’s not the climb that keep me going,

it’s not the struggle that makes it worth while, You have fix my eyes

upon the place of Your blessing,

and I won’t let go till You bring me there.

Not a blessing of possessions,

temporary entertainments, stolen pleasures.

No, that’s not what I’m holding on for,

Your blessing,





Your presence,

Your smile upon me,

Your peace around me,

Your glory before me.

You are the blessing I’m holding on for.

My eyes on see a reflection of You, in the works of Your hands.

My ears only hear an echo of You, in words written and read.

I’m holding on for that day

when I will see You as You are,

when I will hear Your voice as it is. When the light that shines upon me,

is not from lamp or sun,

but from the radiance of Your presence.

Until that day,

that glorious day,

when You will declare the struggle over,

when You will remove the torn garments of the journey, when You will ease the aches of this weary pilgrimage, when joy unspeakable shall flood my soul,

when tears of mourning are replaced with songs of praise, when You clothe me in new garments of salvation,

Until that day,

You keep me,

And I will struggle on.