Make me.

In a season of confession, I discovered  a bit of poetry embedded in a journaled prayer. I share it here, thankful for the cleansing the Holy Spirit is working in my life these days. Confession and repentance are good things.

Make Me.

I am undone by you, Jesus.

Exposed.

I am judgment. I am opinion. I am condemnation and criticism.

I am chaos and I am confusion.

I am selfish, small minded, false in every way. I am impure motives.

I am lost.

I am a woman of unclean lips and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts.

And now I am undone, my insides are spilling out.

I am control. I am manipulation. I am soul-sickness.

I am veneer. I am empty of identity and full of posturing.

I do not know how to be still.

Repent me, for I cannot repent myself.

I cannot turn myself around, as if this is a child’s game.

This change is not my choice.

Repent me. Turn me. Change me. Make me new. Make all things new.

Be still, my soul. And know.

Carolyn Moore

I follow Jesus.