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Teach Me, Holy Spirit







Dear Father, how do You keep loving
When creation forgets You, when Your children stray?
How do You remain faithful
When hearts grow cold and turn away?

The plants don’t all rot in one day,
The sun still rises, the rivers still run,
Your mercy renews with every breath I take,
A silent song sung by the morning sun.

How do You sustain when we are faithless?
How do You hold when we slip through Your hands?
Your love is not shaken, not weary, not broken,
Your patience unravels what man misunderstands.

Teach me, Holy Spirit, make me like You,
To love when it hurts, to hold when they fall,
To shine in the night when darkness is heavy,
To whisper of grace when they don’t hear Your call.

I tried to detach myself from love,
Then my heart stopped beating, my spirit grew cold,
But numbness is death in disguise,
And I longed to feel, to break free from its hold.

Yet with deep feeling comes deep sorrow,
And love opens doors where pain walks through,
But still, You rejoice, You dance, You laugh,
Even in a world that has forgotten You.

How can I live like You, Lord?
How can I rejoice in a world not of You?
Teach me to laugh when the heavens are silent,
To love without fear, to make all things new.

Let me feel without breaking,
Let me love without chains,
Let me find Your joy in the sorrow,
Let me worship through pain.

For You are the Keeper of hearts that are willing,
The Giver of peace that flows ever true,
The Love that does not retreat from the hurting,
Holy Spirit, make me like You.

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