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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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
Prayer 6
Prayer 6
Praise to you my loving God; He who lights my path and directs me where to go. Without your guidance I am lost with no hope of progress but rather the promise of failure. When I have the oars in hand I row in circles, in frustration I kick and the holes of my wrath allow the weight of the world in. The more I am burdened the more frantic I become and the faster I decent down the drain of despair. Only when I set the oars down and allow You to push me along do I have assurance of eternal safety. Only you when I allow You to show me where I have breaches in my hull and cover them with Your truth and love do I start to rise in the water. Only when I submit to Your will and ways does my voyage begin. No longer am I lost at sea without hope or provision. You my God are the captain of my soul. Help me to always submit to Your will, help my will to be a reflection of Your will always and not my attempt to grab for the oars. Break my stubbornness on the waves so that I in my humility see Your glory magnified. Amen.
Praise to you my loving God; He who lights my path and directs me where to go. Without your guidance I am lost with no hope of progress but rather the promise of failure. When I have the oars in hand I row in circles, in frustration I kick and the holes of my wrath allow the weight of the world in. The more I am burdened the more frantic I become and the faster I decent down the drain of despair. Only when I set the oars down and allow You to push me along do I have assurance of eternal safety. Only you when I allow You to show me where I have breaches in my hull and cover them with Your truth and love do I start to rise in the water. Only when I submit to Your will and ways does my voyage begin. No longer am I lost at sea without hope or provision. You my God are the captain of my soul. Help me to always submit to Your will, help my will to be a reflection of Your will always and not my attempt to grab for the oars. Break my stubbornness on the waves so that I in my humility see Your glory magnified. Amen.
Prayer 5
Prayer 5.
My Lord God, Gardner of my soul. I was a wilted sapling clinging to my crack of despair, withering from the heat of the hate of this world and of myself. No more was there water in this rocky wasteland, no more did the ground provide its nourishment. Then You took notice of me, when I was about to release my grip on the world. You God saw me in my weakness, a root of no value, and with tender care and the tools of Your affection dug me out of that crag. You carried me to a place of good soil and told my roots to spread out and dig deep. You provided Your living water and fed me with the nourishment of Your love. Now my stem has been strengthened and my boughs reach towards Your presence. I am again green with new life and the buds of Your work are in bloom. Guide my fruit to ripeness and remove the pests and vermin of my past from my limbs. My fruit is yours and for all you wish to partake of it. I am a tree of Your salvation, allow my leaves to always rustle with the wind of your righteousness. Amen.
My Lord God, Gardner of my soul. I was a wilted sapling clinging to my crack of despair, withering from the heat of the hate of this world and of myself. No more was there water in this rocky wasteland, no more did the ground provide its nourishment. Then You took notice of me, when I was about to release my grip on the world. You God saw me in my weakness, a root of no value, and with tender care and the tools of Your affection dug me out of that crag. You carried me to a place of good soil and told my roots to spread out and dig deep. You provided Your living water and fed me with the nourishment of Your love. Now my stem has been strengthened and my boughs reach towards Your presence. I am again green with new life and the buds of Your work are in bloom. Guide my fruit to ripeness and remove the pests and vermin of my past from my limbs. My fruit is yours and for all you wish to partake of it. I am a tree of Your salvation, allow my leaves to always rustle with the wind of your righteousness. Amen.
Prayer 4
Prayer 4
My Eternal King, Counselor, Helper, and Father; I strive in vain to change my will, to be good and obedient, but the more I try the more I fail. I steady my aim at the target of morality and send my bolts of work flying through the air, but always the target moves or my bolt fails. No matter how long I aim with wobbly arms, only a few bolts even land near the mark, but never on. I got myself into the mess, so I should be able to get myself out of it; but I cannot. I see that I was never meant to or able; always I was to rely on Your strength, Your vision, and your aim. When I submit to You, You lift my bow. When I trust in You, You draw my string. When I yield to You, You steady my aim. And when I let go of control, You send my bolt through the mark. Teach me Lord to submit, teach me to trust, teach me to yield, and teach me to let go. Because I will not be able to do it without you, I am powerless without your strength and hopeless without your love. I yield to you my God. Amen.
My Eternal King, Counselor, Helper, and Father; I strive in vain to change my will, to be good and obedient, but the more I try the more I fail. I steady my aim at the target of morality and send my bolts of work flying through the air, but always the target moves or my bolt fails. No matter how long I aim with wobbly arms, only a few bolts even land near the mark, but never on. I got myself into the mess, so I should be able to get myself out of it; but I cannot. I see that I was never meant to or able; always I was to rely on Your strength, Your vision, and your aim. When I submit to You, You lift my bow. When I trust in You, You draw my string. When I yield to You, You steady my aim. And when I let go of control, You send my bolt through the mark. Teach me Lord to submit, teach me to trust, teach me to yield, and teach me to let go. Because I will not be able to do it without you, I am powerless without your strength and hopeless without your love. I yield to you my God. Amen.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Prayer 3
Lord God, Praise be to Your Holy Name; Your presence lifts my soul. When I am down and dejected I come to Your throne room in humble submission and prostrate before you. But rather than taking my worship and rejecting me; You like a tender Father bend down to me and lift my eyes to You; the warmth of your gaze ignites my soul, burning away all that is not of You. The more I seek Your presence the more of my flesh nature is consumed; You use the ashes of my past as the mortar of Your work. Thank you Lord for finding value in me, thank you for removing the darkness that consumed my peace, joy and hope. Your Light has washed me, filled me and restored me. Your call pierced the darkness of my heart when it was about to cease. Your voice cleared away the fog of my mind as I was about to plunge into the abyss. You are the path of my salvation, the bridge of my hope, and the sanctuary of my peace. Amen.
Prayer 2
My Lord and Savior, Great are you. Awesome is Your might and power. Show me my weakness, magnify my lowliness. Show me that all that I pride myself in is either a pale reflection of Your Glory or an illusion of my mind. Empty me Lord of myself and fill me with Yourself. Let Your will become my will, let Your work become my work. You humbled Yourself so that I may be lifted up. Not lifted up in my own glory, but rather out of my mire. Before your call I magnified my worthlessness, now I am tempted to magnify my self-proclaimed greatness. Before I focused only on myself and now I still focus only on myself. Lord the wickedness of my soul runs deep; whether I am destroying your work or claiming it, my pride is the yeast of my own destruction. I plead my great and merciful God shower me with Your Loving Presence. Wash this pride off and out of me daily; break me on Your cross so that all I am is in Your Identity. Daily make me a new creation of Your desire through Your love. Amen
Prayer 1
Lord, My God, My Savior; I know how Great You are, how mighty. I know You love me and desire a greater relationship with me. You desire I seek You out as a child seeks out a parent who is hiding waiting for the child to find them. I pray Father that You kindle that love in me, I pray You fan the ember of my love for You into a raging fire that consumes me completely. I pray that my love for You is so great that it starts a fire in those who are around me; that they see Your Light and Warmth radiating from me and seek out the source of that flame, which can only be You. Move me from an intellectual allegiance to a passionate relationship. Show me how to love you better and with my complete being. No Lord, change me from a "being" to a 'belonging". Change me Lord so that I belong to only You and that I be longing for more of You always. When Satan attempts to lure into adultery (Spiritual), clarify my vision to see that nothing he has to offer comes close to Your love. Rather where Your love edifies and lifts me, his lust only destroys and rots through vain pleasures. Teach me to worship out of love and passion, rather than mere obedience. No help my obedience be a response of my love and passion, a necessary side effect. You are a great and good God and Lover of my soul. Heal me today so I may know you better tomorrow. Amen
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