My Lord, my God, my beacon of hope in a dark place. Lord my room is growing dark and the walls are closing in. All I can do is look down at the ground because I am oppressed from all sides. I close my eyes and brace for the next volley of attacks. I have no hope, no joy, and no comfort. When the attacks cease all I have strength to do is weep and bandage my wounds with dirty rags off the floor of my iniquity. The infection of my sin sets in and all I feel is pain, cold and isolation. I have closed out all sources of light, all warmth and all comfort. Once I let you comfort me, once I let you examine my sores; but the sight of my afflictions was too great to bear and I fled from Your light. The knowledge of my transgression became a weight around my neck. You said "I will carry your iniquity; I can bear your burden. Let me heal your affliction, let me warm your soul. I am your hope, I am your Savior." But I could not bear the sweetness of Your voice, I could not relinquish my hate, nature or life. Now I sit in a room that was once bright, warm and joyful; but is now dirty, dark and smells of rot. But wait I hear something sweet again, as I still the voice of anguish and strain my ears I hear the song of hope and restoration, it is soft and gentle. I strain to lift my eyes and see a crack in my wall and then feel the gentle breeze of comfort force its way through. I see a soft glow of radiance through the hole of a nail print hand. And then I hear the voice say, "Take my hand my little one I am here. I have found you, but you must take my hand." I move to reach out to grab hold of the hand. I whimper from the ache of muscles that have only moved in convulsion. I cry out "I cannot reach you, help me", as I fall forward to the floor, all my strength is spent. I begin to weep, all my hope is lost and I did not have the strength to reach my sanctuary. Then I feel You pull me to the crack, which is now a gaping hole, I am lifted out of my prison into a brilliance of light and warmth. But I do not recoil; my eyes embrace the light with joy and exhilaration. Then I hear you say "When you could not come to me I came to you. I heard your cry and not even your weakness could keep me away. Come and feed my little sheep, grow strong in My love and on My word." AMEN
Friday, July 8, 2016
Prayer 7
Prayer 7.
My Lord, my God, my beacon of hope in a dark place. Lord my room is growing dark and the walls are closing in. All I can do is look down at the ground because I am oppressed from all sides. I close my eyes and brace for the next volley of attacks. I have no hope, no joy, and no comfort. When the attacks cease all I have strength to do is weep and bandage my wounds with dirty rags off the floor of my iniquity. The infection of my sin sets in and all I feel is pain, cold and isolation. I have closed out all sources of light, all warmth and all comfort. Once I let you comfort me, once I let you examine my sores; but the sight of my afflictions was too great to bear and I fled from Your light. The knowledge of my transgression became a weight around my neck. You said "I will carry your iniquity; I can bear your burden. Let me heal your affliction, let me warm your soul. I am your hope, I am your Savior." But I could not bear the sweetness of Your voice, I could not relinquish my hate, nature or life. Now I sit in a room that was once bright, warm and joyful; but is now dirty, dark and smells of rot. But wait I hear something sweet again, as I still the voice of anguish and strain my ears I hear the song of hope and restoration, it is soft and gentle. I strain to lift my eyes and see a crack in my wall and then feel the gentle breeze of comfort force its way through. I see a soft glow of radiance through the hole of a nail print hand. And then I hear the voice say, "Take my hand my little one I am here. I have found you, but you must take my hand." I move to reach out to grab hold of the hand. I whimper from the ache of muscles that have only moved in convulsion. I cry out "I cannot reach you, help me", as I fall forward to the floor, all my strength is spent. I begin to weep, all my hope is lost and I did not have the strength to reach my sanctuary. Then I feel You pull me to the crack, which is now a gaping hole, I am lifted out of my prison into a brilliance of light and warmth. But I do not recoil; my eyes embrace the light with joy and exhilaration. Then I hear you say "When you could not come to me I came to you. I heard your cry and not even your weakness could keep me away. Come and feed my little sheep, grow strong in My love and on My word." AMEN
My Lord, my God, my beacon of hope in a dark place. Lord my room is growing dark and the walls are closing in. All I can do is look down at the ground because I am oppressed from all sides. I close my eyes and brace for the next volley of attacks. I have no hope, no joy, and no comfort. When the attacks cease all I have strength to do is weep and bandage my wounds with dirty rags off the floor of my iniquity. The infection of my sin sets in and all I feel is pain, cold and isolation. I have closed out all sources of light, all warmth and all comfort. Once I let you comfort me, once I let you examine my sores; but the sight of my afflictions was too great to bear and I fled from Your light. The knowledge of my transgression became a weight around my neck. You said "I will carry your iniquity; I can bear your burden. Let me heal your affliction, let me warm your soul. I am your hope, I am your Savior." But I could not bear the sweetness of Your voice, I could not relinquish my hate, nature or life. Now I sit in a room that was once bright, warm and joyful; but is now dirty, dark and smells of rot. But wait I hear something sweet again, as I still the voice of anguish and strain my ears I hear the song of hope and restoration, it is soft and gentle. I strain to lift my eyes and see a crack in my wall and then feel the gentle breeze of comfort force its way through. I see a soft glow of radiance through the hole of a nail print hand. And then I hear the voice say, "Take my hand my little one I am here. I have found you, but you must take my hand." I move to reach out to grab hold of the hand. I whimper from the ache of muscles that have only moved in convulsion. I cry out "I cannot reach you, help me", as I fall forward to the floor, all my strength is spent. I begin to weep, all my hope is lost and I did not have the strength to reach my sanctuary. Then I feel You pull me to the crack, which is now a gaping hole, I am lifted out of my prison into a brilliance of light and warmth. But I do not recoil; my eyes embrace the light with joy and exhilaration. Then I hear you say "When you could not come to me I came to you. I heard your cry and not even your weakness could keep me away. Come and feed my little sheep, grow strong in My love and on My word." AMEN
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