~ my battle is not against my brother ~

Oh Lord, have mercy on my soul!

The words of man have taken its toll.

I will run to You, the One Who speaks truth.

Trusting You to make me whole.

I am not able to heal the pain

My heart is weak, my soul is lame.

I will lean upon You, the One Who is true.

As I release my sorrow and defame.

For there is not a soul on earth

Who is innocent for sure.

We all have missed Your glorious mark

As we gaze upon Your face so pure.

Let us love one another and lay down our swords

Keep us from falling among the great hordes

Of demonic devices and perversions so gross

Let us win the battles with Your love so close.

United in purpose with hearts on fire

Leaning upon Your bosom, let us not grow tired.

We need one another to form a holy shield

To stand for our brother, to honor and to yield.

Let our words be kind and full of grace

As we respond in deed and a loving face.

Have mercy on us, we are sinners for sure

Pull out our tares and make our hearts pure.

Come Holy Spirit, breathe new life

Wash away the pain and cleanse all strife.

No more cold blasts from winter's harsh breath

Warm our souls, bring us back from death.

So once again as I face a new week

May the God of my battles, the God Whom I seek

Bring peace to the storm and calm the winds

As I peer in the distance and look through His lens

At the glorious promise of double portion joy

With belly laughs and giggles and angels employed

To bring the harvest from our tears and our pain

Come quickly Oh Lord and bring us Your rain.

Acts 3:19-21 NKJV

Repent therefore and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord, and that He may send Jesus Christ, who was preached to you before, whom heaven must receive until the times of restoration of all things, which God has spoken by the mouth of all His holy prophets since the world began.