For My Future Wife: 2 Samuel 12:1-15

My roots are weak,
The soil is dry,
To speak of this
Shows how I

Wander about,
My eyes too low,
Longing for blaze,
Settling for glow.

Oh! the day
Unbridled be
Together, yet no
Forgone purity.

I took a lamb
From the poor,
My company
I slay it for.

There is a man
Who does the same,
I revile him
And curse his name.

In my folly
I scorned the Lord,
In spite of this
Out He poured

Means of grace,
Human means.
From shadows,
And night it gleans

New life. Grace,
A lamp well lit
Ignores me painted
A hypocrite.

A heart like David’s
Depraved and flawed,
Needs a Nathan
To seek after God.

Rule Over Me

Dear Jesus,

Rule over me. Rule over my heart, my soul, and my mind. Rule over the words that I speak. Rule over the papers that I write. Rule over the blogs that I type. Rule over my school and my work. Rule over the car that I drive, the horn that I honk, and the gestures that I make. Rule over what my eyes see. Rule over the television I watch. Rule over my web browser. Rule over my mouse clicks. Rule over my Facebook profile, my Google homepage, and my email account. Rule over what my ears hear. Rule over the music I listen to. Rule over the conversations I engage in. Rule over the food that I eat. Rule over the drink that I drink. Rule over what my hands touch. Rule over my day. Rule over my night.

I pray that I would worship you, and you alone, as King.

Amen.