I want the kind of faith where i walk on water or sink trying.
I want the water to wine, command limbs to grow, raise from the dead kind of faith.
I want Spirit flowin’, tongue speakin’, arm burnin’, Truth flowin’ faith.
I don’t want any of this superficial crap I’ve settled for within myself.
I want to believe He works in me and through me and that every ounce of me is made in His glory and for His glory.
I want the kind of faith where I’m not afraid to step out the doors and SCREAM of His love, mercy, redemption
because I know He’ll keep me safe from harm.
I want a faith that is daring, even trying at times, taking me beyond anything and everything of and in this world.
I’ve had my taste–the sweet, sweet taste and I’m done tasting.
I want it all.
Soak me in it, Lord.
Overwhelm me.
Let it overflow.
I want this faith that just holds on, grasps on and won’t let go–regardless of rhyme, reason, circumstance, or trial.
I want the kind of faith that looks fear, looks death, in the eyes and laughs
because it has no power or authority over me or my Father.
I want the kind of faith where people will seek me out because I radiate His love;
the kind of faith where people follow me on the streets because they’re attracted to the Presence I bring with me.
I want the kind of faith that draws others to THIS same kind of faith.
Lord, grant me the faith I so desperately want and seek so I may live in total reckless abandonment for you, the only thing worth living for in the first place. Stir up my passions; control my desires; give me dreams, visions. Be the lamp unto my feet and set me loose into this world. I am your vessel, willing to do your work, whatever it may be. Send me. I trust you.
