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Help Me Lord, I’m On My Face Again

Sad events bring about a move of the Holy Spirit within me
and cause me to fall down on my bedroom floor and weep,
groanings that cannot be uttered in English
and sometimes a lack of rest and my sleep.

I cry out to Him the One Who is able to bring about 
an answer by His Word or certainly by His deed,
bringing solace to the injured soul and a calming
and finally for them a pure and restful sleep.

I have told the Lord that I would gladly be one of His prayer warriors
and to do that you will have to submit,
submit to His Will and submit to His timetable 
and if need be, willing to miss whatever meal.

I call upon Him and when I do,
I know that my voice He will hear,
but still His perfect timing must direct my prayer and for me not to feel neglected or stymied when I don’t hear from Him yet knowing that He is near.

He is near to the problem He has assigned and He is near to my voice
and in knowing that I will surely rejoice,
rejoice in being able to sing out His praise and sometimes the battle cry or prayer itself will cause my hands to Him to raise.

Sometimes in being a prayer warrior you feel like  one of the Jewish people who marched around Jericho to cause those walls to fall,
for there are times when you to must be quiet and wait on Him to let you know when to make a sound so that He will be willing to hear your call.

I can say without a doubt the Lord’s prayer warriors
have a tremendous job for Him to do,
for as His Word states, all things are accomplished by prayer
and He has many items that He will assign to me and to you.

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings
October 2017

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