Unveiling Heart

I ask myself a question today If today is the last day What would I need the most Before I step into eternity  I realize my last memories won't be that of offense or grief My greatest desires would fade away and seem trivial, In that moment just before my journey is over The abuse, the hate, the anger would lose its power  And my heart would be overwhelmed Knowing that the Lord planned for me to encounter His love through the cross and the resurrection.  And before I breathe my very last my only one cry would be-" I need You Jesus" and then I would step in its reality. As I still breathe, may I not wait for that day to realize Help me understand that I need You every waking moment Yes I need You more, more than the greatest desires. There's none who loves me more. None who paid the price for my reckless living. You valued me more than I value myself  Yet I am constantly running to embrace the temporary pleasures  Not recognising

Oh how You shunned not the sinner That's what they called her While the religious people looked down on her You invited her worship Oh how pure was her breaking of the precious alabaster jar She released it in utmost love and adoration for You And oh how honorable was it in your sight Because    she is Your first love and Your   daughter ,  and she knew that She saw Your eyes burning with passion and love for her In the midst of cold judgement So unashamed she approached Your humble heart of mercy What seemed scandalous to many Was sincere and pure to You Your grace kept her perfume lingering through time To remind me that I can come just as I am - a daughter Even with my shame and my pain And like her I can release it all at Your feet With my tears I can wipe them clean With my glory brought low To know that You're the lifter of my head My brokenness is pleasing to You You draw neigh because You find me worthy Valuing every broken piece of my hea

Do I miss You in every day mundane? Belittling the small and humble in the hope of great and majestic Am I getting it all wrong? Is my idea of great in the grandeur of things Or is it in the secret sacrifice of the unsung heroes that makes life possible? Every song, every beat is a desperate cry longing for love Looking in beautiful package realising its empty And then wondering what did I miss? Am I expecting You to come as a lion But missed You because You came as a lamb I expected You to come as a fierce King But You chose to come as an infant in a manager. So humble so vulnerable yet so powerful the love That became nothing for my sake. Am I expecting the red sea to part, water to turn to wine tangible miracles  Not recognising the miracle of each new day, beating heart to witness your glory each day Dull heart losing novelty of precious gifts bestowed upon me Valuing things over life Valuing signs over relationships Limited vision of l