Personal poem/psalm
Here I am Father, I'm waiting on You, enlighten my understanding, and show me what to do. I have continued the course and stumbled here and there, but I know You have a plan for me, even if I'm unaware. A work of patience to wait so long, but You've strengthened and sustained me through writing a new song. A Song of my heart, the hearts cry of Your people, a church without walls, no need for a steeple. Your Glory to cover the earth, leaving no stone unturned, the body has so much to both learn and unlearn. We have heard You ROAR, and we roar with You too, the enemy is driven back and doesn't know what to do. Panicked and fearful he lashes out, trying desperately to maintain his narrative but he has lost all of his clout. Thank You Father for turning him on his heels and perp walking him back to the pit that will soon be sealed. Lord let the balm of Gilead cover the masses, bind up the broken hearted, it might take several passes. And open the eyes of those who still don...