I am a child of the most High God. Chosen before I was in my mother’s womb, washed and set apart, covered by the blood of Jesus. Ordained to be a priest. But today I need just one more touch, the years gone the seeds planted. How I wish I knew the season.
Becky, Jesse, Zechariah, Lord I planted in them, we planted in each other, we planted in You. It was for your glory, today we are struggling, our marriages, our sexuallity, our livelihood. Lord we are thankful but not where we would want to belong. Oh Lord lift us up where we belong.