Open Eyes

As I opened the eyes of my body this morning, I was hearing “open the eyes of my heart, Lord.

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin’ in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy

Michael W. Smith’s song has now become a praise and worship standard, yet it’s so simple. The version he recorded is different from the one in my head this morning. Mine is much more quiet and prayerful, but then I’m an audience of one instead of 20,000!

I’m reading through Max Lucado’s book, Come Thirsty, right now. This morning I read, “The problem is the agenda of the human race. We pursue the wrong priority. We want good health, a good income, a good night’s rest, and a good retirement. Our priority is We.” GUILTY!! Reading Max’s words and hearing Michael’s song at the same time have brought me to my knees this morning.

When, how, why did I ever get to the place where I thought this life was all about me?? What I need, what I want, my desires, my hopes, my dreams? I have hopes. I have dreams. I have wishes, desires, plans… But, God, I want to glorify YOU in them. Open the eyes of my heart this morning and every morning. Show me where You need me to be.

This world… This life… Is not my final destination. God use me here, love me here, and leave me here until Your work is finished in my life.