Slain in the Spirit

In sharing your Cross, O Lord,
It truly becomes mine,
Away from the sinning horde,
And I will surely shine.

Before you, I bow my head,
Asking for your Mercy,
In praise, I lift up my hands,
My heart, only you can see.

Let not, Lord, my sins today,
To outshine my strong faith,
Let not my doubts today,
Deliver me to wraith.

Through days filled with pain, toil
Accompanied with strife,
I do feel out of control,
Wondering about life.

It is not time for crying,
Though it surely crossed my mind,
In despair, my soul dying,
Lest with you about to bind.

In trust, I come fully drawn,
By your Spirit who will slay,
I bow before Father’s Throne,
And in Jesus’ Name I pray.