We have a model, a standard, a measure of perfection.  If ever we needed an absolute standard, it is today.  It isn’t found in an international standard of measures, nor is it found in a business formula, but it is found in a man, perfect, humble, and willing to die.

But take heart! I have overcome the world.

John 16:33 (portion)

There is no limit to what we have in God, but only in ourselves, when we find our lives not measuring up to the mountain we are trying to move with our mustard seed of faith, we need only look one place for the answer, within.  Jesus was never alone, He always had the Father.  He never, in the record of the Gospels, moved a literal mountain, because He never, apparently, saw the Father doing so.  But, equally important to remember in this day is, He could!

One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek:
That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the LORD
And to meditate in His temple.

Psalm 27:4

The beauty of the Lord is beyond all else.  To see Him, and behold Him, all the days of my life, to live there, and to focus all my energies on this perfect man is all my hearts’ devotion in this life.

I was made to worship.  I was made to adore.  And yet, this life seems almost geared to the imposition against this.  Yet, in this dilemma I find myself again and again.  Is it my own lack of faith that keeps me the freedom to worship more?  Is it my still hidden selfishness that keeps me required to serve after this world?

Surely to leave is better for me, but it it seems apparent that it is better that I stay, for stay I do!

Why do you spend money for what is not bread, And your wages for what does not satisfy? Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, And delight yourself in abundance.

Isaiah 55:2

Yet, the Word of the Lord is quick and active, sharper than any two-edged sword!  I divides asunder my soul and spirit.  If I could lay down every moment, every contemplation, and every machination of my soul for the rest of time, surely I would.  I would lay it as his feet, and merely worship and adore.  For He is the King, and before Him I bow.

Yet, for this short season, this life, I must be active.  For this breath, I must work, for it is day.  It is man’s lot to work, and yet the very soul and breath is knocked out of me as I behold Him, as I gaze upon Him.

Just one more moment, please Lord, not because I am anything, but because you are.  Because you are worthy.  You said that those who love pleasure will become a poor man; He who love wine and oil will not become rich (Proverbs 21:17), yet I love the oil and wine of your Spirit more than life, and it has made me a beggar, the most depraved person on the Earth!!!

Oh, to have more of your Spirit.  Oh, to have more of your love.  For your love is better than life, and your name is an ointment poured forth (Psalm 63:3).

Your life has made me the richest person on the planet, and yet, still, humbly, I come with one cry.

Just one thing have I required, just one thing have I desired.

Just one thing do I ask, and this one thing do I seek.

Do not deny my asking, or my seeking.  Do not turn me away, simply because of the night.

Do not stop my constant groaning, just for one more glimpse of your face.

If once was enough, let it never stop.

I break for your touch, I am destroyed for your love.

May I be the poorest of the poor, that I might own your Kingdom,

and may I never be rich, that I might live upon your bounty.

For those of your house never have lack (Luke 15:17),

and those whom you look after never have need of bread.

Oh, that I might be consumed forever in your passions,

that I might dwell within your flame.

For the light of this world is fading,

and my life is growing thin.

But, I will remain if you need it,

and may my life be an Eternal praise.

For your sweet kiss has touched me,

again, again, again.

Take me, Lord, and use me.  Pour me out at your feet again.

For this life of mine is wasted, and the bottle is broken at your feet.

Possess your possession, Lord Jesus Christ, son of the Carpenter, lover of my soul.