I go into my chamber
to sit before your throne
As many men and women
Have done from days of old
I wait there for your Spirit
to guide me as I pray
For never, Lord, do I know
exactly what to say.
Look on my heart and see
My feet washed in the basin
Look on my heart and see
Me clothed in your salvation
Look on my heart and see
The sacrifice was given
So I could come before your
Throne and have you look
Look on my heart.
I've read story after story
Of people gone before
Who came into your presence
And called on you, Lord.
Some would come in holiness
Some would come in shame
All came in humility
And called upon your Name.
I may be calling with the voice of an angel
I may be calling from the pits of sin and pain
But your promise is forever sure
that you will hear my voice
When I call to you In Jesus Name.
Look on my heart and see
My feet washed in the basin
Look on my heart and see
Me clothed in your salvation
Look on my heart and see
The sacrifice was given
So I could come before your
Throne and have you look
Look on my heart.
Welcome!
- Kathy Unger Marshall
- Dallas, GA, United States
- As a wife, mother of three and a full-time employee Kathy is well acquainted with the struggles to maintain balance, a right attitude, contentment and health in the midst of chaos. All the hectic times in her life, including seven major moves and five minor ones have served to reinforce her dependence on the only anchor she has found to hold her steady through the years; Jesus. Kathy writes of her personal journeys through the pages of scriptures, deserts of dryness, showers of blessings, the darkness of depression and the bright days of joy. She speaks of all she has learned about herself and her God in these journeys with the hope that her experiences will serve to encourage other women, who are fighting these same battles to stand strong.
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