All I'm Asking...

I am at work, and my bosses are out of town at a trade show. I know what you are thinking... partayyy...no, not really. I mean, sure there is a certain amount of freedom when your bosses aren't in the office to keep a watchful eye...but you don't know MY bosses!! I have to watch them! Just teasing (sort of). Nah...they are GREAT! Best Ever! So, when they are not here, I have a little bit more time to do other things. And this morning I was messing around here on blogger and trying to figure out all the "ins" and "outs" of blogger. I added a feedburner "chicklet" as you can see on the top right hand side, so now you can have all my wonderful words of wisdom, humor and complete and total randomness delivered right to your very own inbox. How cool is that? Pretty darn, I tell ya. So...as I was looking around I noticed my last post was entitled "Welcome to my new home". And at that very moment, the Shaun Groves song "Welcome Home" popped into my head. A song that I truly love and if I were more, uhmm, consistent I might well listen to it every morning...cause the lyrics are so simple, yet man, overpoweringly right on target!! They should be something I and or we pray (or sing in worship) to God each day...here are the lyrics...and also a video of the amazing Shaun Groves singing the song...enjoy...and remember....Let God IN...after all we are not our own...it's all He's asking...

Take, me, make me
All You want me to be
That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking

Welcome to this heart of mine
I've buried under prideful vines
Grown to hide the mess I've made
Inside of me
Come decorate, Lord
Open up the creaking door
And walk upon the dusty floor
Scrape away the guilty stains
Until no sin or shame remain
Spread Your love upon the walls
And occupy the empty halls
Until the man I am has faded
No more doors are barricaded

Chorus:
Come inside this heart of mine
It's not my own
Make it home
Come and take this heart and make it
All Your own
Welcome home

Take a seat, pull up a chair
Forgive me for the disrepair
And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling
Gathered on my search for meaning
Every closet's filled with clutter
Messes yet to be discovered
I'm overwhelmed, I understand
I can't make this place all that You can

repeat chorus

I took the space that You placed in me
Redecorated in shades of greed
And I made sure every door stayed locked
Every window blocked, and still You knocked

repeat chorus

Take me, make me
All You want me to be
That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking

~Hugs!