hope-movement: Oh Lord, how precious You are to me; How thankful I am for Your blood which was shed for me; for every moment, every ache, every turn and every mistake, Your blood was preciously sacrificed for them all. And as You found me, in my brokenness and despair - surely You held me close and nurtured me, personally, intricately and delicately- You took me, and I found you working from the depths of my heart within; You took my humble life; undeserving as it was, and transformed it into royalty. You blessed me with the beauty of Your eternal presence, coursing through my veins, beating through my heart, inhaling and exhaling from within my lungs. You dwell from the very depths of my soul, You are my treasure and my one true love. How blessed I am to know You, my creator, my maker, my restorer and my King. I am a part of Your royal blood line, through my acceptance of You as my Father, and viewing myself as Your child. Oh Lord, despite my status of royalty in Your eyes, I will forever bow at the foot of Your throne; for You alone are worthy, of all glory, all honour and all praise. May my veins flow with your courage and confidence freely, and my heart beat for your burdens, always.
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hope-movement: Father your love for me exceeds my expectation, it exceeds my perspective, and it exceeds my distance, my ignorance and my earthly place. You love me deeply, widely, greatly and passionately; regardless of my physical position upon this earth. You look beyond my social status, beyond friendships formed, beyond the clothes on my back and far beyond the the dollar sum of money in my bank account - Your concern for me exceeds my physical limitations, and the worlds consideration of all that is deemed ‘important’. You look at Australia and it’s people, you look at Africa and it’s people, you look at America and it’s people; you see we are different from one another in existence, and yet you love us equally, strongly and passionately. Your eyes scan the world for those who are hungry, ready and waiting for change - You look beyond the external appearance, and the physical situation, you look beyond the natural and into the supernatural and the spiritual; and there, You see the motivation, the desire and the fire within the heart. You delve beyond the make-up, beyond the buttoned collar, and the shoes that shine from polish. You look much farther; past the fattened wallet, through the tinted sunglasses, and you set your eyes above hair do’s, business positions and material assets. You stare deeply and intently at the heart, and examine its very core. Searching the world, you come to find those who will stand at the edge of their lives and say “Here I am Lord, send me!” - Their location is irrelevant, their life status holds no regard.. But their heart; is not defined by where they are, but where you are within them. Father, Help us to be desirous of Your treasures, to forget earthly wants or needs, and to look past social status and boundaries we have created for ourselves. Create in us, Father, a heart that is desperate to be chosen by You, and for You, to do Your works throughout the earth.
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hope-movement: Oh Lord, my soul is floating, fluttering and flying here; as I am filled to overflowing, and overwhelmed by Your magnificent peace, Your sprouting joy, Your quenching love, Your constant kindness, Your unending mercy, Your undeserving grace and Your sweetened forgiveness. My heaviness has passed and that which once weighed me down; is gone. I am weightless and free, and I fly without hesitation or burden; without disappointment or guilt. I am flying high, lifted far above limitations, on eagles wings I soar; as Your promise has always been beautiful and true; You will lift me higher, higher and higher; like a child desiring to grow to new heights, here I am - I am higher, I am greater, I am stronger… Within me; You have overcome. Happiness and thankfulness overwhelms me, and my soul rejoices for You have done great things for me. How blessed I am, that Your care for me goes far above what I could have ever hoped for, dreamed of, or imagined.
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hope-movement: Oh Lord, You know me in and out and lovely are your thoughts about me.  How great Your mercy is for me. I am thankful that You chose me, though I am so deeply unworthy; And so, with all that is within me - I will say ‘Abba Father, have Your way’.  And Even when I’m walking through the valley of death, and I’m broken and nothing is left - Still, You lead me on. I am so thankful to You - In your love for me. You’re worthy Lord, and so I’ll pour my tears in the ocean, and I’ll leave my pain by the shore. And know that I can be thankful that Your mighty wave will sweep them away, until they are no more. I am thankful that when I am in fear, Lord - You hide me, You bury me deep within your wings and carry all my fears and worries, and You lift me when I am lowly. Father I am thankful, that You wrap me in your arms of safety when the battle’s raging, and with me sheltered below your wings - You’re fighting for me. Greater than all things that I could ever thank You for Lord, I am thankful that there’s freedom from my past, and there’s hope in my future. I am thankful that You are my today, You are my tomorrow, and You are my forever. Saviour, I am forever thankful, forever in love, forever Yours.
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hope-movement: To the drunks, the addicts, the perverts, the victims, the porn stars, the prostitutes, the adulterers, thieves, the obese gluttons, the murderers, the losers, the freaks, the geeks, the red necks, the guys who own action figures, the chain smokers, the men who live with their mothers, the democrats, the republicans, the mormons, the maker of mens spandex bike shorts, the witches, the pot heads, the crack heads, the dead heads and the meth heads, the people who don’t recycle, the rainbow-loving tree-hugging hippies, the religious, the broken, the hurting and the lost.. I have good news for you: Jesus loves you; and though you may be stereotyped now, though you may fall into hurtful, painful and shameful categories now, you will only be branded once more in your life, if you take the hand of Christ, and His label that He sacrificed everything, and paid the price, in order for you to have freely… The label He died, for you to receive reads ‘Forgiven’.
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hope-movement: Lord, when a lens is placed before my life, and an image of who it is I have become, is being processed, developed and presented - Father, prepare me, so that it may be a sweetened image of You, Your love and Your handiwork. Let Your name be written on my heart, and Your will be placed firmly within my purpose. Let Your holiness, goodness and greatness be imprinted on the soles of my feet and engraved deeply within the palms of my hands; where You once thought of me, and blew my lifeless body from dust into existence. Let my entire being be enveloped, saturated and captured within Your intentions, Your desires and Your will for me Lord. That the prayer of my heart would ring true - that my eyes would gleam Your glory, present Your hope and provide Your promise. That my stance would present that I am eternally steadfast in Your grasp. That my clothes would show my intricately knitted place within Your kingdom, and my smile show the joy, that is eternally everlasting in You. That despite circumstance, regardless of situation and irrelevant of any emotional, physical or spiritual struggle; my life would bare the very name of You, my King. That my scent would be a sweet acknowledgement of Your grace, and that my words would be nothing less than an example of all that You once were,  are and forever will be. Hear my cries Father, let my image, my legacy, my cause and my life - be the very reflection of nothing less than You in all Your beauty and wonder.
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May I forever be transparent with you Lord. May I be as clear as an empty glass bottle. Though opportunities are knocking, waiting and wanting me to be wrongly filled and dirtied again.. Without hesitation, may I forever deny their offers and invitations, and cling tight to Your sacrifice- Your blood shed for me, in all my weakness and desperation. May I never be as solid as stone again Father- never turn my head away from You when You offer me Your love. May You forgive me for the times where I hardened my heart to you, turning what longed to beat for you, into a cold, hard and ignorant stone that only slightly resembled my heart. Forgive me for my foolishness, for my inability to commit and my constant betrayal to You and Your word. How blessed I am Father that You would still love me, in spite of my undeserving ways. How thankful I am Father that You care for me so- that regardless of my shame- You still call to me in the midst of my worries, and say ‘My child, I love you.’
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