How i long my Heavenly Father to walk with Your voice, let everything that submerges your voice be torn away from me, that rip may hurt my flesh but You oh Spirit will heal that wound and show me the greater things.
Oh Father let me be Your colt, just waiting to seat You on me and fulfill this purpose You lovingly showed me. As i walk in through the city gates let not one notice this colt but You alone!
Thank You my Father for that armour which i could never afford or deserve..
i will run to proclaim this truth fastened to me as my feet readily not tiring;
i will put on your righteousness that will not any guilt pierce my heart;
i will tighten your salvation that will cause the enemy's strategies to be in vain.
i will let faith be firm before me to hinder those flaming arrows,
and i will gently put to use that precious sword,
with wisdom You instruct me to use.
Even though my armour may taint with scratches, through this journey i know Your love will sustain me forever.. because i am Your colt that You keep perfecting as Your precious.
