Gracefully broken
Back in the early part of last year, my friend introduced me to a song by Tasha Cobbs Leonard that she was hopeful our praise team at church could learn. We were never able to learn it but the song resonated within me. Still to this day, I'll find myself singing it.
"Take all I have in these hands and multiply God all that I am. And find my heart on the altar again, set me on fire. Set me on fire." Just words, lyrics of a song. For over a year, I would sing these as an anthem before starting my workday, asking God to use my hands to glorify Him in the job I was doing, to keep me safe in the industrial setting I was in and to be a beacon of hope for someone that day.
As I drove into work this morning, the words hit a little differently. These words are words of worship. When we stand before God in worship, with our hands lifted to Him, all we have in our hands to offer Him is our praise, our thanksgiving, ourselves. When we offer Him those things with a humble spirit, placing ourselves on the altar before Him, wonderful things can happen.
The chorus goes on to say "So here I am God, with arms wide open. Pouring out my life gracefully broken." Today, I'm standing before Him with open arms, pouring my life out as a sacrifice before Him. I am gracefully broken.
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