What can I say.
I thank You for Jesus.
For the Cross.
For the blood shed, shed for me,
Pure blood shed on Calvary.
I lift up my family,
And all that I am,
All that I own,
Because of Jesus, Your Son.
I humbly ask for Your protection,
For all whom I love, for myself,
Our homes, our properties,
And all that I hold dear.
The more I am shown,
Of Your amazing Love,
The less I know I know,
The more I know I don’t deserve.
I pray for all who are suffering,
In and without the Body of Christ,
May this day bring Your light,
To darkness in many a hopeless life.
To God be the Glory,
Pour Your truth and freedom,
Into sorrowful tears,
That the rainbow of promise,
Sheds new dreams in my fears.
Jesus, please show me,
The depths of the battle of all time,
When time was suspended,
Because Your Father turned away.
May I comprehend,
The truths of Your Cross,
Acknowledge the victory,
Won for all believers … at Your cost.
And the pain, feeling the agony of being
Separated from Him whom You loved.
And the love of Your beloved,
The hurt, Oh! The hurting Body,
Excruciating agony drifting through time,
I thank you dear Lord,
For this day of hope, surprise and wonder,
And in all my sufferings for this moment,
Debilitating at times, wondering how I will
Go on …
Take me back to the Cross,
Help me to kneel and look up,
See You kneeling for me,
The pain on Your face;
But the Light in Your eyes,
And beauty and Life to behold.
Thank you my Father,
Thank you my Lord,
Thank you for my life, which You have restored.
And now I ask You,
Help me to allow Your resurrection power,
Into my home.
For death has been crushed, put to death,
May the darkness and unbelief be put to death also.
You are alive Lord Jesus,
And seated majestically high,
By the power of God,
Because of one great, last sigh … “It is finished.”
In Jesus Name,
A prayer from my e-book “Fragrance from the Spring”
4 thoughts on “My Prayer”
Amen and Amen … thank you, Liana! May your weekend be blessed 🙂
Wow Liana, I think that this was one long heart-pouring conversation without breaks. It has no need of rhyme. The images are colossal. His expenditure made so gut-wrenchingly clear. Your loving loyalty is squeezed like orange juice from every stanza…Doug