Longing

This is my lament.
O God, that there would be a people for You... that we would truly recognize You as our life... that You would be the Rock we build our lives on, not prop ourselves up with something someone has said about You! ...That we would recognize You as all we need... that we would stand on the firm foundation You have laid in Christ Jesus and refuse all else as sinking sand ...that we would allow Your kingdom to come in our hearts... that we would run to You, not from You... that we would live at Your feet... that we would know You as a jealous God and not give our hearts away to other loves, good or bad...that we would return to You and be at rest, be saved....that we would repent and make straight paths for Your feet, right into those areas in our hearts that we have been avoiding...that we would count You more precious.

My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to veil His face, I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the vale.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
His oath, His covenant, and blood, support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Clad in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne.

Lord, You are more beautiful than diamonds.
Lord, You are more costly than gold.
Lord, You are more precious than silver.
Nothing I desire compares with You.