Psalm 57:2 “I cry out to God most High, to God, who fulfills His purpose for me.” (NIV)*
Sometimes my purpose seems so very small. Inconsequential in the whole scheme of things. Surrendering all sounds good on Sunday, not so much on Thursday.
Then, I remember Jesus. He fulfilled His Father’s purpose. He came to serve. Whom do I live for? Whom do I please?
So yes, Lord, fulfill your purpose in my life today. Replenish my soul, renew my spirit and live through me. Your very life was serving.
Let me be a listening ear
Eyes of compassion
Heart of grace.
Let me be serving hands
Feet that follow
Voice of praise.
Let me be surrendered
Your purposes fulfill
poem by Patty Perkins
*The One Year Bible, New International Version, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.