I love these words; the music compelling. I’m convinced it’s an earnest believer’s prayer, “Lord, open my eyes to the works of your hands.” The heart can easily becomes tepid and insensitive to His promoting and leading. I am hindered, even handicapped; prevented from seeing His work as I allow my heart to grow cold and dispassionate. Lord, open my eyes. Let me observe first hand your amazing work; I don’t want to miss a thing. Let nothing, even the smallest of detail, escape the passionate heart’s view. As I take notice, I will be overjoyed at the glimpse.
Lord, Your will be done in my life. I desire no other residence than your will and purpose fulfilled. In the neighborhood of your purpose, Lord I see you working – it’s what I desire, long, and plead after. In my life, Your will be done, You be glorified. For I am satisfied with nothing less.
