Restoring His Temple

Carefully crafted, I was created for His purpose.
My body was to be His temple
His vessel, full of His Spirit
Used to do His work.

Selfishly ambitious, I turned my back.
My body became my solitude,
My burden, void of true life
Used as a shell of existence

Painfully empty, my comfort was food
My soul cried out in isolation
My heart, aching and empty
Not sated by worldly things

Hopelessly lost, I padded my body
His temple? Not fit for a sinner.
His vessel? Too busy self-serving.
His work? Left undone by an ungrateful servant.

Humbly returning, I've knelt at the cross.
His temple decimated, now being restored
His servant, full of repentance
His work will now be joyfully completed.

My reward is His glory
My body, now surrendered, is His
My obedience - my love for Him
My blessings abound








 
 

Emergence

Wrapped snuggly
   Warm
      Comfortable
         Safe
          
Yet.....

Unknown reality
   Looms
     Fearful
       Unsure


Now...
Changing within
   Transforming
    Confident
      Hopeful


Mindfully...
Outward focused
   Soulful
     Spirit-filled
       Struggling


Finally...

Striving toward
  Restoration
    Surrender
      Emergence