The Psalmist at the Gate
by Jan Ackerson
Dear
God, let me enter Your gate!
Thanksgiving makes sorrows abate;
Only You I adore--
I shall sing evermore,
A cleansed and redeemed reprobate.
Jehovah, I enter Your praise--
How holy are all of Your ways!
In a crucible’s heat
You refine and complete,
And You’ve numbered each one of my days.
My Father, I enter Your will,
So impatient for answers, until
You bid me to wait
As You sweetly create
For me—pathways—if I can “be still.”
O Lord, let me enter Your rest!
I long to be sheltered and blessed--
I’ve too many cares,
Disappointments and snares;
I’m crushed, overwhelmed, and distressed.
Sweet Jesus, I enter Your peace,
And here, let all thoughts of self cease.
In surrender divine
My will becomes Thine;
To You all my plans I release.
Now, Abba, I enter Your grace
Where You wash every tear from my face.
Unworthy, defiled,
And yet wholly Your child--
Your mercy and love I embrace.
About the Author
Jan Ackerson is a Christian who has traveled though sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Contact Jan for writing projects at jackerso@remc11.k12.mi.us
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