Where Unholy Thoughts Could Play...

:5&10-13 For You, O Lord, are kind and forgiving,rich in loving devotion to all who call on You... ...For You are great and perform wonders;You alone are God.Teach me Your way, O LORD,that I may walk in Your truth.Give me an undivided heart,that I may fear Your name.I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my heart;I will glorify Your name forever.For great is Your loving devotion to me;You have delivered me from the depths of Sheol. A few glimpses at what helped to inspire today's poem...From the book and T Lord, where unholy thoughts could playAnd tempt ‘the good I would’ to strayWhere dark despair could defeat joyAnd bait worship with cunning ploy Where judgement could bar/mar gentle graceAnd would make me forget my placeWhere pride, could with subtle disguiseDeceive good intention with lies Where I am often boldly proneTo pursue int’rests of my ownRather than do the best I canTo encourage my fellowman Where opportunity aboundsAnd oft humility confoundsWhere self-indulgence could creep inAnd blind me to its crafty sin While excuse grooms its masterpieceWhere unholy thoughts could conceiveA religion of make-believe Lest by imagination’s whimThe light that I could be grows dimLord, let Thy mercy hear my pleaRestore my zeal and love for Thee Fain and vain is the good I wouldSave through the power of Thy bloodThus, may my utmost longing beLove’s thankfulness for Christ in me Lest, where unholy thoughts could playI slowly, surely go astrayThese precious words; how great Thou art © Janet Martin An oldie!! Lyrics by Johnson Oatman, Jr When storms of life are round me beating,When rough the path that I have trod,Within my closet door retreating,I love to be alone with God.Refrain:Alone with God, the world forbidden,Alone with God, O blest retreat!Alone with God, and in Him hidden,To hold with Him communion sweet.What though the clouds have gathered o’er me?What though I’ve passed beneath the rod?God’s perfect will there lies before me,When I am thus alone with God.’Tis there I find new strength for duty,As o’er the sands of time I plod;I see the king in all His beauty,While resting there alone with God.And when I see the moment nearingWhen I shall sleep beneath the sod,When time with me is disappearing,I want to be alone with God.