Crying out to God, a place where conversation begins.  Lord, the sobs, the throws of my weary soul, my indefensible record of consistent and constant failure, these things, hopefully have prepared me for your molding hand.  There is no delusion in reserve.  Without your intervention I would rightfully be at the mercy of all condemnation whether earthly or above.  Reason demands explanation why this lump of humanity would be acceptable for shaping by a Holy and Righteous God.  I do not understand it, but as the angels desire to look into this mystery I know that I am not alone in my awe-stricken repose.

Father, I surrender to Your Shaping Hand.  I will not fight where you bid me stand.  I will not run where you bid me fight.  I will not stand upon the Holy Ground of our fellowship, but joyfully kneel at the foot of Your Throne.  I will not ask pity where conviction is discerned.  I will not ask mercy in my disobedience of Love.  I will not ask for answers without a desire to listen to righteous questioning.  I will not demand where you bid me wait. You are my God and I Your man.

Father, my failures are consistent with your call upon my heart for service.  I have been delaying, ignoring and avoiding the implication busying my self in idle service.  What is discernment that is ignored, but ignorance?  You designed it is voluntary this thing of purposeful completion.  How can I avoid your will and remain within Your Will?  The path is straight my thinking crooked.  I would rather stand firmly in the middle of this skinny path then take one more step of my own volition if that footfall should land me even one centimeter from Your intention.

This pain I am receiving is the necessary quickening of my soul.  Let me never forget its bitter sweetness.  I accept and acknowledge Your Loving Discipline for I am after all Your Son.  Teach me Father that I may limit my propensity to stray.  Show me Your wonders.  Let me see the miracle in the middle of my impossibilities.  Grant me peace by freeing me from my apparent repeated capacity of resounding failure.  Let me see Your victory, where Your Grace, Honor and Glory shine through my every action, thought and prayer.  Have Your WAY in my heart, soul, mind and life.  I implore you, may you hear my prayer this very moment.  Praise You in Jesus’ Name.