A Prayer to be Answered
Hear my cry, oh my Father, as I plead with you for words. The words of Isaiah asking for a coal to clean his lips are ever before me as I wrestle with these things I am writing about. How can I touch these things and not become polluted? How can I expose these idols without giving offense to those of your children who clutch on to them as if they were life? How can I describe such giants with a hand full of words? How can a few words bring them down? Do I write in vain, or will they reach someone? Oh, my Loving Father, please put your ear to my heart and hear my cry for help.
I am weary and tired of looking at these things from all different angles so to best paint them. To me they are ugly and best left unseen. But they are buried deep in the hearts of your people and you want them exposed for the darkness they are. Please give me your Light! Please cover my nakedness; those areas I will fall short in, Father, please hide with your grace. Do not allow me to get some fig leaves. Cover me with your Anointing, hide me in your Glory, take me to your highest mountains that I might see these things I write about more clearly.
And Father, prepare the hearts of your people that what is of You may find a place to grow. I feel so inadequate and unprepared. I lack sleep and lean very heavily upon your rod. Glorious One, you who said that when I am weak then You are strong, here is your moment! I am exhausted with the wrestling and struggling to get this right! I am spent and only have enough strength to plea with you. Give me Your Words!
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