Heavy heart, heavy thoughts running their privileges within me, I want
tears to be free to expose the pain.
Deep calling me to prayer as I carry loads I’m not created to contain
alone. Unable to say the right words I
give my silent prayer to the One that can find this impossible language,
His delight to hear and have absolute understanding. Broken lives, some of my very own blood, some
of friends so dear; such a mystery of this cry bursting to be dominate until I
can’t take anymore. My morning prayer
for the winds to blow, storms to rage in the heavens for love in my heart
aches. Sin (ways other than God’s) steals
in hope to kill the song that forms from Trinity’s bliss within the soul. Drowning
hopes with logic for acts of violence against their own mind, tearing first the
strength within so it can take the kingdom of hopes around them. Out comes screams wanting company to form the
army they can shepherd away from God’s love.
But I sing of the Safe Place to He who owns the heavens and forms the thunder
and fierce lightening of wonders around His throne. Running to ask for the path that guides those
I love to the fear that saves and restores true wisdom. Spirit that moves like the wind, blow in His
Presence from head to toe so complete restoration is brought back to broken
bridges, broken hearts, broken trust.
Kiss away wounds that said they would never leave. Hug tight Your arms around those who are
scared to make the first move. Only You
can put together pieces not only broken but carried off with lies. I lay my own strikes before You to cause my
soul to humble where my feet have gone wrong, mending me so I might mend those
I have stuck with my jagged spear.
God, my provider, my morning sun, the keeper of my surrendered heart; take this dream and put color to its script as the anointing of Your messages from heaven shower unknowns into our hearing. God of angel armies, I won't be afraid, for You are salvation to its fullest.
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