My daughter reminds me of my hidden sin.
O God, please forgive my perverse tongue to criticize.
Then God forgave me and creates me a pure heart of gratitude,
So my mouth flows out wisdom, goodness and kindness once again.
The world is an altar,
For me to sacrifice my flesh on it.
Not for atoning my sins,
But giving self to Christ Jesus out of love and gratitude,
So He may use me to spread the knowledge of Christ,
Everywhere like a sweet perfume.
Like the spice being crushed on the mortar,
My life becomes a Christ-like fragrance,
Rising up to God ,
At the place God set for me,
Is where I give offering,
Constantly praying without ceasing.
Spreading the power and strength, comfort and love, encouragement and edification,
To all who fear and come near to Him.
Let my life be worship, a divine offering to God,
When I die to the flesh on the altar,
What can devil do to me through men?
Since there’s no hook of sins to be caught on,
For all are atoned and purified in the blood of Lamb through my testimony.
(Proverbs 10:31-32, 2 Corinthians 2:14-15)