Glory Glory

Glory, Glory, oh my God!

With Your gospel I am shod.

How easily my heart gets broken,

the simple fragile thing.

but when to me Your word is spoken

it learns again to sing.

I'm different sometimes, sort of weird,

but my blueprints are not mine.

No, Father to be praised and feared,

I am but Your design.

Glory, Glory, Holy LORD!

Your spirit is my conquering sword!

Jesus, cut my anchor to myself

and bind me not to my transgressions.

Take me down off this dusty shelf

and shut away my stale confessions.

Inward righteousness has long been made.

You demand from me now more.

My fears and sadness must swift fade

as I step outside the door.

Glory, Glory, my dear Christ!

I hunger for no other vice!

I've drunken myself on still waters

until I've had enough.

Take me now to deeper waters

where the going will be tough.

You lead me to battle to fight the good fight.

You have equipped me well.

My obedience in Your perfect sight

will flank your conquering of Hell.

Glory, Glory, Heavenly King!

Throughout the earth, Your name will ring!

I doubt no more, I only follow.

God, you are my destiny.

For Father, you alone are hallowed,

and your compulsion leaves no rest in me.

I want nothing else but Your Kingdom to grow

For You, myself a vessel be.

The only thing I care to know

is that You'll fulfill Your plans in me.

by Kimberlee Long on 4/13/18

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This is another poem I wrote at that women's conference. I celebrate daily in every move God makes in me.