Luke 18:1-8 And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man: And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man; Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.
And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith. And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
Avenge me, Oh Lord, for I am weary and weak.
The adversary knows who it is that I seek.
He's fully aware that my heart hungers for You.
He's trying to stop what You've called me to do.
Yes, I cry:
I cry day and night, prostrate on my face,
wondering when Your mercy will fall in this place.
But my faith hasn't wavered; I put my trust in You.
Lord, he's trying to stop what You've called me to do.
First a stone, then a fiery dart flies by,
But I vow to stand firm 'til I hear from on high.
I'll not be moved, shaken or turned from You.
Avenge me Lord, so I can do what You told me to.
You set up mighty kingdoms
and throw down haughty kings;
You’ve hidden these things from the scribes,
and revealed them to me, to a wretch,
a simpleton like myself.
Lord, who am I?
More than a conqueror?
The least of these; Your little sister?
My heart pants for You;
It thirsts so badly, so painstakingly
for Your righteousness.
How I long to follow in Your footsteps,
to see Your glory come to life
in the work of my hands --
the manifest proof of Your Spirit
that has taken up residence in me.
The beauty of Your grace,
the kindness and mercy
behind Your fathering love,
the awesome wonder behind Your holiness
astounds me... that I,
yes I, as small as I am,
can touch You
with the smallest amount of faith.
My needs are deep,
much deeper than I can reach out
and solve with my own hands.
Open wide the gates for me;
Let me hide in the shelter
of Your massive wings
until the sun shines on me,
until Your favor manifests itself
as You’ve promised me.
I won’t give up on You, Lord!
I won’t give up on You!
I won’t give up on You!
You swore, in Your love for me,
in the covenant You made with me,
that You would never leave me.
Here I am, crawling around
on my knees, again.
Lift me up, Lifter of my head!
Faith rises up in my belly,
just the same as the fire
that burns in my bones,
and it screams for release;
“I MUST BE ON THE VERGE
I am down to nothing, Lord,
except my faith
and knowing, without doubt,
that You have not lost control.
I must mean more to you
than a blade of grass
that withers away so quickly.
Move on my behalf!
Imprisoned by an internal chain
That would not allow me to release the pain,
I found myself all alone.
I had not one single friend in man.
There was no one who'd understand
Except the One who called me His own.
I really did try to let it be,
To see them looking down their noses at me,
So I hid behind a smile.
But I needed badly to grieve
And I was a fool to believe
Someone would carry me a mile.
I still hear it to this very day,
What my "brothers and sisters" had to say:
"She should just get over this!"
But none of them wore my shoes
And it wasn't my choice to lose
My baby boy I so sorely miss.
I found the Lord to be there for me
When it was so dark outside I couldn't see.
I cannot have those days back.
I would hug him every day
If things had gone some other way.
Now, he's the part of my heart I lack.
I cry behind closed doors, all alone,
"Oh, Lord, won't You look down on me from Your throne?
Oh, God, I can't stand the void!
Please, make it all a bad dream.
Tell me things are not as they seem.
God, what did I do to lose my boy?"
Now, I doubt that my river of tears
Is going to last for the rest of my years.
Perhaps, I just need to scream,
"How dare you stand there as my judge?"
Maybe I just needed a hug,
Or just someone on whom I could lean.
I learned to praise Him through all my pain.
And slowly, slowly, He loosed my inner chain.
Now, I'm one who embraces
The ones who have not a friend
And cannot see a brighter end
When I see the pain on their faces.
Hosea 2:16 & 19 And it shall be in that day, says the LORD, you will call Me “My Husband,” and no longer call Me “My Master,” And I will betroth you to Myself forever; indeed, I will betroth you to Myself in righteousness and justice and in lovingkindness and compassions;
Ephesians 5:31-32 “Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This mystery is profound, and I am saying that IT REFERS TO CHRIST AND THE CHURCH.
Lord, meet me at the entrance
to the heavenly garden,
where I leave behind all I've known
and take my place beside Your throne,
where perfect peace grants me pardon.
I’ve heard a million sermons,
a million ideas and perceptions
on "let go and let God,"
"take it to the altar and leave it there,"
"put it in His hands."
Here it is again, God,
I trust You with it.
I’ve always trusted You with it.
I always will.
I’m still holding it,
but not again...
I never quit holding it
in the first place.
I want it to go away
and it doesn’t seem
"leave my hands."
I already know
where to take it.
It’s leaving it there
when I get it there
that I have a problem with.
It’s the waiting
that seems to throw me.
This is so not about trust.
I trust You!
I trust You more than man,
way more than myself,
more than anything!
Maybe I hold it
because it’s mine to keep.
Maybe, just maybe
my friend was right...
And maybe it doesn’t go away
because YOU are the One
who puts desires in our hearts
that line up with Your will
for our lives.
Thank You for the blessing
You are about to bless me with.
I claim it!
I receive it!