My soul laments for the distaste
and the distain I have towards this world.
There is no pleasure left within me.
I cry out from my depths of my belly.
Growing in my womb is a fire that sears into my flesh, anticipating for Your glory to be revealed. When I heard the spoken word make confirmation with my spirit man, I cried out praises of thanksgiving, because I was elated with joy unspeakable. "You have not left my soul in Sheol."
I was told putting this flesh to death
would unveil the “True Me”.
I cried and I wept.
All of my past woes were of distress
and tears filled with bitterness
despising Your process.
In agony I sobbed,"Why Father?" "Why?"
"These growing pains are stretching you.
Surpassing your limitations,
You will soar like an eagle beyound the sky."
I use to walk around aimlessly, muttering,
spouting a mantra with no meaning.
A repetition with neither reason nor rhyme.
What next GOD? How Long GOD?
When will it be my time?
His reply provoked me. Stirring my soul.
Yahweh told me I make the choice of when
and how I reach my goals.
He spake and said the same power He gave the Christ,
the Christ willed it to me.
The Father made me fully aware it
is my resposibility..."To launch out into the deep.
"Awaken your sluggish soul from its sleep!"
"Go." "Be vigilant my child. Excellantand bold.
"Let My glory that is hidden in you unfold".
I roar out loud!
My time is here! My time is now!
Now my cries consist of fervent
effectual prayers that reach You
Oh Lord unto the Heavens.
I sing of praises to You mighty King.
From the time of my conception,
till the date of my birth.
You have walked out my steps for me.
You have weighed my value.
You have given me my self worth.
For You too cried when You gave Your only Begotten Son.
The tears shed on that cross, none can compare.
It was the sins of many that brought You such sorrow.
Pain of the Messiah's cry long ago wailing “It is finished”,
has given me strength to endure my cross for tomorrow.