I am a slave and these chains are somehow,
Not the right ones.
All day long, I want to do what my mind tells me to,
I watch and read what I want to,
I go where I will, I come when I want to,
I eat and drink how I want to,
I think of and satisfy my self with all that I want, too.
I am a slave,
All day long, I long to do Your will, my God.
I used to have passion that burnt bright for Christ.
It was indeed from God’s Holy Spirit,
That passion used for overflow from mine heart to others.
Now where is it gone? Why is it so weak and like,
A tap that sometimes give water and sometimes,
lets its owner down.
Zeal for Your house has consumed me,
You can proceed to empty me to become a slave to Your desires, Father.
May I have no preferences, no rights, no choices except Yours.
I am willing to live and finally die just so that Your name becomes famous,
Through Your work in me.
I hear Your words.
You are the Son of God
I have been with You,
And known myself to be impure,
Filthy in so many deep gashes,
That I have lost count of– but You,
You can count them all.
Depart from me, for I am a very sinful man!
Appointed a son, I should have been glad to be Your slave ,
Mindful I should have been,
of my brothers and sisters,
of others who still don’t know Your gracious ways,
But I betray You – yet again.
My Father sent me to be an offering,
To obliterate the very sins that you refuse,
to let go.
I smell of pure and bloody sacrifice,
The day I gave up my life,
This pure life you could never live- you know it,
But it is exchanged for yours.
Come, take this gift of life & power.
Unclean am I, countless times of rebellion,
No one knows these shameful thoughts & deeds..
Can a man hide himself in secret places so that I cannot see him? declares the Lord.
Do I not fill heaven and earth? declares the Lord.
How can I approach You Lord?
All these ten thousand times..
I laid down my life only to take it up again- brand new.
I was delivered up for your trespasses and raised for your justification.
You are a beloved son. Come.
I no longer desire my ways,
I want Your heart, the heart of the Son,
The heart of the true Slave.
If my Master was the best slave in His kingdom,
Then should I live my life daily and,
hourly, like a master?
“Do you understand what I have done to you?
You call me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you.”
– From John chapter 13, The Holy Bible