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“Make me Your instrument,”
I prayed every day

I really didn’t know how else to say
it, so I used the same phrase,
Night after night

Until finally You spoke up,
(it felt like I woke up)
and offered this thought, this new light:

“Quit with the talkin’
& get with the walkin’ –

Rebecca, it’s already done!

You asked Me, I answered
it only takes one
time of asking before it’s begun –

You are My dear instrument,
you are My good tool

‘Ask and receive’
truly is My strict rule

You don’t bug your friends,
asking time and again,
so trust, when you ask Me,
I’m your very best Friend
and your prayers are answered
before your words even end

So go forth, My instrument,
go forth in peace --

I’ll play you and sing you,
& offer surcease
and you’ll be, to My children,
a one Heaven-sent

Wherever you show up, will be the right place
and the angels will throw up their hands to your face

They’ll shine through your eyes
and bring glad surprise
to the people on whom We shine

And moments like these
will offer reprise
and remind My dear children, they’re Mine!

I love them so dearly,
I know their truth clearly
and I miss them when they turn away

Through you, I’ll remind them
I don’t have to find them
because I am there at all times,
in all ways”