My Eyes are Tired

Keith Green.  What a gift, stirring the Church.

Father, thank you for Keith.

Sack time. A full day doing nothing.  I am aware, Father, that I spent the whole day afraid that the phone would ring and the bubble would burst.  So I am still letting fear steal from me.  I am doing better, but not well enough.  I know that if I am dry and empty, I have nothing to offer.  My Eyes are Tired.  You are helping me, and I can see the outworking of that.

I know the one thing is to gaze upon you.  All of the rest of it has to be the fruit of gazing.  So I sit in the presence that you have made accessible to me, and I rest there.  And I need you and draw upon your love until I no longer need to, which is never.  Be glorified in your church.  Revive us.