MY AIM

[Margaret Christine Mullings]

May this poem bless and ecourage you in your pursuit of God your Father!
Be Blessed as you read!

As I lay prostrate on the floor
Closing every open door.
No longer will I wander
I see Your Grandeur!
Yes the beauty of Your Grace
It is Your Face.....
I seek!
Have dominion Lord,
Never again will I be bored
Your Shekinnah Glory
Tells the story!
Prostrate on the floor
Wanting more.....
It is Your Face I seek
Embalming every leak!
Lord I surrender...I am weak
Thresh me like wheat,
That everything that is worn
Before dawn.......
You would drive away
Like the wind drives
Away the chaff!
Embalm me O Lord
That the aroma
Will not be just a rumor.
Instead let it be a sweet
Fragrance of Your Life
Giving Perfume...
To bring Glory to Your mane
That is my aim!!!!!!!