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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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