When I Stop Thinking About Me

When I stop thinking about me,
My first thought is You—so pure, so free.
The clamor fades, the noise grows still,
And I’m drawn again to Your perfect will.

All of my dreams start rising anew,
Not built for me—but shaped by You.
For when I surrender what I once pursued,
You fill me with joy this world never knew.

The love of God revives these bones,
Like springtime winds through desert stones.
He lifts the weight, He breaks the night,
And floods my soul with morning light.

He puts a new song in my heart each day,
A melody grace alone could play.
So I’ll think less of “me,” and far more of “You”—
And that’s where all dreams start coming true.

Psa 40:3  And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD. 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow