So many days dear Lord, things appear for me, too great,
I feel like the good things in life have eluded me of late.
Helplessness enfolds me, there is no where safe to turn,
Great sickness of body and spirit threatens to a point that I begin to yearn.
Then I search real deep inside, and find that long ago stone
reminding that my burdens will only be heavy if I’m carrying them alone.
For you provide a harvest when there is a great drought; you provide rain in the form of a song, allowing me to sing when my throat is too parched to say a word. And you provide the words “Be still and Know….” in my heart, even when its beating is made too heavy by my anxiety.
So right now Lord, I ask for that spirit of brokenness,
I accept when I’m put on a course over which I have no control.
I Trust that the drought won’t be too much longer,
And the sounds of heartache and pain cease to sound like deep thunder.
I accept that upon my lips there is not enough praise,
and that it is now time I begin to lift my gaze.
I see something else too Lord, that you are always crucified:
Crucified when I’m bitter that I have no money in the bank
Crucified when I am jealous of not moving up in life’s rank
Crucified each time I ask, why me Lord
when I try, and fail to make it on my own accord.
Because they are of a different race, class or colour
I crucify you each time I refuse to love my brother.
So now Lord, let me take this moment, and express my longings to you
I yearn to express in plain words the things that I would like to do:
I want to raise you up by my words of thanks
Raise you up with the clapping of my hands,
Raise you up by opening up a door for someone who longs to have worries no more
I want to raise you up, in the early morning’s ray
And give you praise at the ending of each day
I long to seek your face in the trying times of life
And believe that with your strength I can overcome any strife.
Let me not crucify you now, I know that you came for just that
Because you love me so dear Lord, you allowed this gruesome act.
May I raise you in the light of day, giving thanks that you have cleared my debt
And may I not fail to remember that you have never failed me yet.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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