Lord I get tired of laying my life down. I get weary of dying to self. Lord, sometimes I get mad at you. You speak about “abundance” and “rivers of living water” and I am not seeing it. Why do we see so much perversion, so much suffering of the innocent, so much heartache? So many of us can’t even find a church we fit into. God, are you there? I understand all the scriptures, all the teachings, all the things you require of us. But we still get worn out. We are faithful day in and day out – yet it seems like you are a million miles away. Once more Lord, reveal yourself. Once more give me mouth to mouth just as you did for Adam in the garden of Eden. Once more place your hand upon me, lift me up, caress me, smother me in your love and goodness. Lord we are a weary people in a weary land. Pour forth your rain. Send a river. Shower me in fresh love. It’s all yours anyways – just breathe on your body one more time.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 06:59:18 +0000
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