What a Privilege

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer

Wait, please stop, I think there was

A word you might have missed in there

We sing it all the time and yet

Are we truly taking time to see?

Perhaps we should rewind a bit

If you skimmed past that word like me

That word is privilege, see it now?

It eludes me time and time again

I let it slip right through the grips

Of my easily distracted brain

The blood Christ spilt on my behalf

I disregard too oft I fear

He didn’t begrudgingly mount the cross

But with joy He willingly died for me there

With overwhelming love He bought

My salvation with His sacrifice

And I convince myself with lies

That a prayer without fervor will suffice

He is the Mediator between us and God

Without His death, there would be no way

For us to ascend to the throne of grace

Yet we have the audacity to forget to pray

 Lord, grant me the purpose and joy you felt

When, covering my sins, you died for me there

And Lord, remind me it’s a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer

©By: Allix Ryan Brunson 11/1/12