Father, I don't love You like I used to. The cares of this world snuffed out the burning desire to be only Yours, to be fully in Your Presence, to be totally abandoned to Your will. Your place of worship is within but I settled for without, focusing more on the building made by man's hands. Father, I don't love you like I used to. Yes, I attended church services, preached a powerful word, lifted my head and hands to an open heaven that I was too closed to receive. Father, I don't love you like I used to. I left you and settled for routine, programmatic inventions not downloaded from you, but from my own creative ideas and preconceived notions. Honestly speaking, the guilt of moving away from You is more than I can bare. How could someone as great, wide, and deep as You even care. But, I heard your still small voice gently say come back to Me, and I will teach you how to love again. I answered my loving Father and said, "My Lord, I'm ready to learn."
Rekindled Fire
Apostle Cynthia J Buford