by Apostle Gabriel Cross
God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week, from the chaos of my life. Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness into me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways, so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise.
Going through the motions doesn’t please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship, when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t, for a moment, escape God’s notice.
Pure Glory 
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