The language, the spirit understands
Surrender…
Not the kind of surrender that loses,
but the kind that lays weapons down at the feet of the King
and says,
“I trust You more than I trust me.”
Abide…
To stay when it’s easier to run,
to remain when emotions say leave,
to root myself in the Vine
because without Him
I am only branches pretending to live.
Yield…
To loosen my grip on control,
to unclench the fist of my will,
to say,
“Not my way, Lord —
Your way, even if it breaks me into blessing.”
Speak…
Holy Spirit, speak into the noise of my thoughts,
speak louder than fear,
speak louder than pride,
speak louder than the old man I used to be.
Wait…
When heaven feels silent,
when prayers seem parked in stillness,
when time tests my faith —
I will wait like a warrior at the gate,
knowing my Commander is never late.
Listen…
Not just with ears,
but with a heart trained to recognize Your whisper
over the roar of the world.
Come, Holy Spirit…
Come into the rooms I hide,
come into the wounds I mask,
come into the man I am becoming,
and make him look like Jesus.
Because this ~
Surrender abide yield speak wait listen
Come Holy Spirit
this is the language My Spirit Understands........~B~