And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"
"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
She is why You must die"
Please, Lord
Heal me from this resurfacing pain that I've been suffering from my whole life. I feel weak and empty inside, but I know your love is pouring into the depths of my heart and you're constantly letting me know that you love me and care when my heart is aching. Heavenly Father, please help me through this agonizing obstacle that I must overcome again and again. I need You. I know that You will never let me wilt and fade away. You've defeated and conquered the grave and the enemy, and I trust that this pain I go through will strengthen my faith and help me grow into the person that you've planned for me to be. But please, remain by my side and hear my cries God. When I'm drowning, pull me out of the dark abyss and when I'm falling behind, hold my hand and continue to help me. It's so hard to say all this in prayer, and to faithfully live out constantly in fear of these throbbing stings. I pray in Your Son's precious name, Amen.
Friday, December 25, 2009
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