My sacrifice to God is a broken spirit.
A broken and contrite heart, such, O God,
You will not despise.
Psalm 51:17
O God, If You do not lift me,
I cannot be lifted.
If You are not my song,
I cannot sing.
If you are not my crown,
I cannot wear anything.
They may call me their woman of God,
But am still Your girl.
No matter how grown,
I’ll still be your child.
I may be in the palace,
But am still your young shepherd in the wilderness.
They think am King (Solomon),
But am only but a little child.
No matter how grown,
I’ll still be your baby girl.
Everyday crying.
Abba Father!
Adapted from a preaching by Apostle Joshua Selman.
