PAD 12-1 form

Aglow

(a bref double)

Lord, help me not dwell in depression’s dust,

Trapped in a dark cage of Satan’s vile taunts—

Not the usual blues but indigo.

Change my thinking to ivory and white.

Let Your thoughts be more persistent and strong.

As my soul bleeds, Your healing salve’s a must.

Help me swallow Your medicine of truth,

Cling to Your rescue rope with all my might.

Not drowning in a pond of scum and rust,

But floating along in a pristine stream.

Not content with slivers of hope and trust,

But accepting Your grace of great outflow.

In this season, I need Your passion’s thrust.

Seventy times seven, set me aglow.