Tarrakkul the Gazzele
My Yearning, My Hope - Poem by Tarrakkul the Gazzele
My God my God,
you are so beautiful,
your holiness cannot dirtied,
In my guilt and sorrow I lift my face to you,
one glance at you and and my forehead falls to the ground,
your beautiful truth and glory strike me with love for you.
I love you my Lord, my beloved God,
For you have loved me though I am a naughty child,
You love me though so many times I have disobeyed you,
So many times have I sinned against you.
You are forgiving oh God, you are lovely.
I want to be like you, my soul hungers after righteousness.
Your beauty is indescribable, your righteousness is like the dawn,
It's glory fills me with the greatest awe.
I love you my Lord, I adore you,
your holiness is more amazing to me than anything.
You are holy my God, you are so holy, so pure and white!
You are so beautiful my Jesus! No sin have you ever committed!
How I love your holiness Lord Jesus,
Make me like you oh God!
I long to be with you, to be like you, to know you.
Oh Jesus, my beloved Lord!
Sanctify me oh God, though I deserve it not,
cleanse me of my unrighteousnesses,
Make me like you Lord, make me like you!
Oh Lord Jesus your holiness fills me with wonder,
You are so beautiful my lord, you are so beautiful!
My greatest wish, my most earnest desire,
Is to know you, to be with you always,
Let me be in you every moment of the day.
If I live without you, my life is in vain,
I would rather die than go on without knowing you,
Teach me your ways, and guide me,
Do not leave me alone to find the right way,
let me walk in your shadow and follow you.
From the dust I cry out to you,
deliver me from the ice of my heart,
For it melts a little, and then freezes,
and melts, and freezes, every time a different shape.
Oh God, I want the joy of knowing you,
I want to hear your voice every day,
Do not leave me alone, do not be silent,
I need to know you, I want your heart.
Please love me, Lord God, please delight in what I do,
please show me what I am doing wrong,
and teach me what is right.
I need you.
This I wrote in deep despair, I was dying inside, and yay! He has spoken-God, yes God has spoken to me! He has become my rescuer, He has become my reason for living, He has saved me from depression.
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