Every single day I need to make the choice to pray those words. Naturally, what beats beneath my chest is a wandering heart. A heart that thinks it knows better. A heart that believes it is in control. A heart that falls weak to the flesh. A heart that is in desperate, daily need of Jesus' love and leading.
"Prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love."
Sad, but so true. I wander, I stumble, and I fail. I make mistakes on a daily basis. But His grace is sufficient and His love covers over the multitude of my sins (2 Corinthians 12:9, 1 Peter 4:8). His love never fails, no matter how often I might.
"Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it. Seal it for thy courts above!"