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I will search for you and I believe that I will find you. Though my sins paint a picture that reflects an ugly and disobedient woman, Your grace says, I will beautify you with my salvation.

I lay prostrate before You and wonder who can redeem the time that is lost? None O God, none! I search for You as the deer that pants for water. And I come to understand that You are my living water. In You I live, I move and I have my very being.

Why does a man taste and see that You are good, yet subsequently runs from You. Lord, let me see as You see, let me love as You love. Give me a heart like Yours Heavenly Father. I ask that You remove this heart of stone, and replace it with a heart of flesh. Daddy, teach me to love as You do.

I understand that when I find You, that You will release Your anointing upon me. I read in Acts that when the Holy Spirit fell upon them, Then they were endowed with power. They had a God experience that never left them. In knowing this Father God, I submit myself to You and Your will- I believe that I have received Your great commission. 'When the Spirit of the LORD is upon Me, because He has anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed; ' Luke 4:18 & 19. So is Your commission to me.

Though, I was born into a sinful world, I am yet purchased with Your blood¦ You have never left my side and you never will. Thank you for Your never ending love.

The birds move to a rhythm all of their own
The wind blows in the direction of its choice.
The trees bow and bend to a melody unheard by man.
And the daisies spring up spontaneously.

Everything appears to have a rhythm and flow all of their own,
But they do not.
Everything flows in a grand presentation choreographed by the ultimate Choreographer.
One who needs no introduction, The Almighty Himself, GOD!

In His deity God gives the daisies their phrase.
The birds have learned their counts of eight.
And the wind has perfected every movement that has been taught.

So as the angles sing their song and some cry holy in chorus,
Everything is in its place for the grand production.
The choreography is never ending
And the elements are never tired or worn out.

They present fresh movement from heaven daily
With phrases that have never been seen before.
Its audience rarely takes notice
As the perfectly orchestrated gift is given from God

Maybe you haven't said thank you today.
Thank you for the birds.
Thank you for the wind.
Lord thank you for a constant reminder of Your grand choreograph... Me.