I Might Be a Prophet

I cry out to YOU Father, because you are Holy. YOU are my Master and in you all things come together. All that is unclear, all that is confusing and all that robs me of peace is subject to YOU.

Help me to release the anxiousness, the inability to rest in your promises and my concerns about the future. I am a steward, Lord and all that I have is yours.

Come into my encampments and invade my inner parts. Forgive my insolence and my pious thoughts, that exclude YOU. This is yours, that is yours and all that in between is too, yours.

I unhand my life, I untie my selfish desires and I relinquish my control to YOU. It all belongs to you. It is all designed to give YOU Glory. Even the moments of dismay and wonder, that flood my thoughts are conquered in YOU.

2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.