A poem to process and praise….

If I didn’t write,  it would be a fight – between my will and God’s mighty might. 

I could say in fact, this is mental processing with tact, not necessarily any Holy Spiritual act.

Yet to EXPRESS keeps me mentally better – I surely confess – praise (and questioning) pulls me away from the worldly mess, oh so much we have to process.

And so I WILL PRAISE!!!!  And as for the Lord’s Will, I have previously, I DO now, and in future I will have to: AMAZE.

If seeing darkness, LOOK for the LIGHT. More powerful than evil is God’s Fight making things Right!

It might be not now, but instead of saying Holy Cow (!), say WOW, Lord God, no one is Holier than Thou! 

Yes, forever the bumps and terrible circumstances, all tears will be wiped away. Please remember that for now, LIVE with a future vision throughout today.

So be patient in the mix – of strife and pain so ugly you could spit. Be awaiting not an earthly but a HEAVENLY FIX.

And choose to see the LONG VIEW!!! God did, God has, and God WILL get us through!!!

Amen for me and for you!!!

BE AWARE, GOD WILL ANSWER OUR PRAYER.

Amen!

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Psalm 30 NKJV

The Blessedness of Answered Prayer. A Psalm. A Song at the dedication of the house of David.

I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my foes rejoice over me. O Lord my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me. O Lord, You brought my soul up from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name. For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.

Now in my prosperity I said, “I shall never be moved.” Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.

I cried out to You, O Lord; And to the Lord I made supplication: “What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth? Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper!”

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.