by Angela Billups

Looking for the streets of gold.
Father, lead me.

I can’t do this on my own,
Lord, please hear me.

I no longer want to go my way
I am longing just to hear you say
That I’m yours alone, let me please come home,
Father, forgive me.

Take the motives of my heart,
Lord, renew me.

Heal every worn and broken part,
Abba, refresh me!

I submit to you all my fear and pain.
I need you to make me whole again.
You’re my only hope, make me white as snow,
Father, cleanse me.

Let your Spirit reign in me,
Sing Hallelujah!

Christ the Lord has set us free!
O Hallelujah!

I will humbly bow before Christ my king
Hearing all the hosts of angels sing
“Glory, Honor, Praise, O Ancient of Days!”
Sing Hallelujah!

Angela Billups currently works in the power generation industry and resides near Seattle, WA with her puppy, Prudence. Throughout her life she has felt the call to write and share her experiences for the glory of God and to encourage fellow saints in their walk with Christ. She currently leads a small local Bible study with her friends and coworkers. She enjoys spending time in nature, sketching, painting, anything artistic.