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Today, I didn't
shout praise to God as I got out of bed.
My heart was
heavily burdened down and I didn't bow my head.
I did the
normal morning things, then curled up in my chair.
Another place
where I knew I'd find God waiting there.
But once again
before I could start, the telephone jangled at me,
and the time
I wanted to spend with Him, was replaced with disharmony.
Problems resurfaced
to catch me off guard stealing my peace away,
and the hours
ticked by in rapid succession, all devoid of a moment
to pray.
Lunch was
over and I felt so bad, my body wearily dragged down.
My usual disposition
so sunny and bright, was replaced by perpetual frowns.
I settled
myself upon the couch, drawing a blanket against the
chill,
and as I drifted
to sleep, I murmured a plea, "Lord, peace instill."
Why should
God listen to my plea? Why should He bring me peace?
I'd shunned
the warmth of His presence all day while discouragement
increased.
But somewhere
in that sleepy space, where time sometimes stands still,
I heard the
whisper of angel's wings ushering in the Lord's council.
I dreamed
of each nation's representatives seated around God's
throne
as one by
one the angels come bearing petitions from God's own.
I see Him
read each prayer request, I see Him answer each one.
I see Him
give His angels charge to oversee what needs to be done.
I see the
elders all humbly bow, I hear the praise they sing.
I see that
prayers of praise ascend as their hallelujah's ring.
Then God raises
His head and looks far away, eyes roaming o'er earth's
land
and I see
the ones that were prayed for being touched by Jesus'
own hand.
I see the
strength they're given, I see them respond to His love.
I see the
healings happen as they look to the Father above.
Then I see
Jesus approach me, ushered on by the angel band
and in my
dream, I start to struggle, trying to sit up or stand.
But He pauses
just for a moment with a pleading look in His eye,
and a knot
of grief forms within me as I silently watch Him pass
by.
My despair
is overwhelming and I sob aloud in my sleep,
feeling alone
and discarded, like I'm drowning in oceans deep.
I'm suddenly
awakened, but the dream has not yet vaporized
and the fear
I feel is so very real as each vision replays through
my eyes.
He passed
me by! He did not stop! I'm so unworthy today.
I am His child
but I'd failed to reach Him....because I had failed
to pray!
"Oh Lord,
I come before You now, a valuable lesson learned.
You can't
answer me if I fail to ask, no matter how much my heart
yearned.
You are my
Father, so loving and kind, and I kept You waiting in
vain
while I selfishly
wallowed in pity so deep till I witnessed Your deep
disdain.
Forgive me
Lord for not worshipping You the minute I opened my
eyes.
Forgive me
for wasting three-fourths of the day and listening to
Satan's lies.
You are the
Lord and the giver of peace, the breaker of all chains
that bind.
You are the
One, the Only One, that I should let come into my mind.
Break down
the barriers that I have created when I was too busy
to pray.
Come in Lord
Jesus, back into my life, to fellowship with me today."
I lift up
my voice in a symphony of praise, adoring the Lord,
King of all.
His forgiveness
came down restoring my joy, the moment He first heard
my call.
Tomorrow I
won't dwell in a dry land, rebellious, discouraged or
low,
for the moment
my eyes open at the sunrise, to the foot of the cross
I shall go.
I'll worship
my Lord with joy in my heart disregarding discomforts
I feel,
and in fellowship
sweet, I will bow at His feet, basking in His love so
real.
On angel's
wings shall my praises ascend, with thanksgiving for
blessings all day.
And the dream
will remind me that Satan will bind me...if I ever again
fail to pray!
by Dorothea K. Barwick © 3-17-03
Psalm 68:3-6 But let the righteous be
glad; let them rejoice before God:
yea, let them exceedingly rejoice. Sing
unto God, sing praises to his name:
extol him that rideth upon the heavens
by his name JAH, and rejoice before him.
A father of the fatherless, and a judge
of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
God setteth the solitary in families:
He bringeth out those which are bound
with chains: but the rebellious dwell
in a dry land.
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