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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Face to the ground
Sword and shield thrown to your feet
Teach me, my Lord, Your ways.
For night falls and duty calls
I make myself like the dust you brought me from
Lowered to the dirt you tread.
Beat me into submission.
Curse my flesh to the point of death so I may live
Salt me with Your fire and refine my soul.
Burn and scar me with Your righteousness
So that I will always remember
And never forget what I have been saved from.
I plead:
Teach me to cling
To You and what is Good
Discipline me
To be speak boldly against evil men and evil deeds.
I wish to be the tool of Your Love
And righteous judgments.
May I be kindled with Your Fire
And follow it to the death of evil.
When in the shadow of Death
May I not fear the shadow
But the Light that over towers the being creating the shadow!
May I stand strong in Your strength
And resist the tempter.
Discipline me, Lord.
Show me the meaning of true, unthinkable fear.
So that when darkness comes
Me and my brothers,
We shall be the ones to stand before the masses
Proclaiming Your name against the threat of death and torture.
For my life is not mine.
Indeed, my life is Your's, my King.
I stand before You now
Waiting for Your orders.
Bring your fire.
Bring Your Discipline.
Amen.
Comments (2)
He hears our deepest longings and most passionate pleas. May He give you rest and peace as you grow in Him!
RYC: Hey long lost brother!
I'll be looking forward to recieving it! Thanks for the comment.
~Sarah
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