Lord I come before You,
With questions buried so deep.
This one concerns Your word,
Your word that I desire to keep.
I feel I've been cruel,
Not loving or gentle.
But I pray Your Spirit rules,
Deep in my hearts mantle.
I want my fruits to be fresh,
Not rotting, nor gray.
I want to make You smile,
Each and every day.
Cleanse me and purify me,
I really want to please You.
I hate the thought of evil,
Your will is what I desire to do.
Pour Your fruits into my spirit,
Love, Joy, Peace.
Let them rule my life,
All Months, Days, and Weeks.
Galatians 5:22-23
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control. Against such there is no law."
Written date: Unknown.
Finished: Sunday.
