WASHED CLEAN AND HOLY
Oh God deliver your child from the weeds and tares,
Where they lurk and he feels that they are always there.
Separate them from his life. Help him not despair.
Uproot the shackles from the pain of sin and care.
Break the dominion of the temptation and lure;
Consecrate his body, soul and spirit pure.
Wash him in my mind, make him stable and sure.
Honor him for all the temptation he’s endured.
Generations of sin are harvested to go.
Release him from the memory of having known.
He is fighting for his blood line of progeny shown.
What he overcomes, they will never have to moan.
Empower his will to stand strong and obey.
Fortify him set, there is no other way.
Righteous and faithful let him always say,
That his heart is set and he is OK.
My son, My son, you have held on for so long.
You are forgiven and clean from all the wrong.
Come to Papa, let Me hold you, for you belong.
I sing over you with My heavenly song.
Each tear is so precious as I hold each one;
You are set aside holy, your destiny begun.
Let My peace carry you as you’re set to run.
The crown that was stolen is returned and won.
Authority and dominion are given to you.
To root out, tear down and consecrate too.
I send you in tears to wash away filth.
Brokenness being your weapon of stealth.
Saturate the ground of stubborn hard soil
From all that has striven and all that has toiled.
Softened and gentle, with you I am well pleased.
The tares come up and uproot with great ease.
I bow low and listen to your words of prayer.
I linger to hear everything that you share.
I wait until your last word is spoken.
You are My delight, you are My token.
Set apart for My work, set aside for Me,
I will carry you in to your destiny.
I AM the One that you really long for.
I will never leave you and I will never ignore.
I want to touch you and caress you My son.
With My Presence I linger and will never shun.
Lo, I AM with you always, to the ends of the earth.
Replace sorrow and mourning with My joy and girth.
Ps 126:5-6 NKJV
Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy. He who
continually goes forth weeping,
bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with
rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.