Plight of the Poor

Let us Help the Sick; Let us aid the Weary

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What can I say that has not already been said? Live like Jesus. Walk in His steps. If He needs clothed, clothe Him. If He needs food, feed Him. If He needs medical aid, aid Him. If He needs upliftment, uplift Him. Whatever the need, we are called to meet it. And He said that if you do these things to the least of these, you have done them to Him. (Matthew 25) Let us go forth weeping and sewing so that we may return rejoicing, bringing our sheaves with us (Psalm 126:). Let us help the sick. Let us aid the weary. 🙂

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Too Full to Care

*This is an artilce that was supposed to be posted the day after Thanksgiving, but the holidays were too busy for me to really remember and post it. So, today, the first day of a new year, we are going to enjoy a little flashback from the previous weeks of holiday cheer:

 

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A heavy tension hung in the air. Their was a steady build-up as the week progressed. But now it was finally here. Thanksgiving had arrived at last!

 

All through the week-long holiday break, I had prepared mentally for this day. “No overeating,” I told myself, “Absolutely no gluttony this year.” When Thanksgiving morning finally came, it was the most gorgeous day we had had in a long, long while. Perfect for the holiday! As we cooked and made ready, an excited tension welled up in us with each moment.

 

I kept focussed.

 

The day progressed, and I had the best Thanksgiving since the ones when I was a little girl making trips to Alabama to see my grandparents for the holiday. We spent nearly the whole day there! We had so much fun! We ate lunch and laughed and talked and talked and talked. I ate more than usual but not too much. I was just over satisfactory (a huge improvement from previous years!) and I was quite pleased with myself, though slightly disappointed that I didn’t do as good as I wanted to. We stayed for hours. Then, we watched a movie and had a good time. Then, we ate supper. I did a little worse then, but still not terribly (this was an unexpected meal, to be honest). We stayed a little while longer talking, but finally had to go since my grandmother was about to fall over with fatigue. So, we left.

 

When we got home, we unpacked everything and started settling down. It was late now. As I finally managed to make it to my room, I thought, “I’m so full!” I glanced over at the clock. 7:40pm.

 

“Hmm…” I thought, contemplating this, “I wonder what my missionary sister-in-Christ is doing.” (I have a copy of her schedule for a normal week.)

 

I dug out the schedule, but already I knew. Between 7 and 8 ( It would be A.M. where she was, and ~30minutes before our time), she would be eating breakfast…..Breakfast. She would be eating breakfast. In India. A small breakfast, no doubt. And risking her life daily to proclaim the Gospel.

 

 

And I had just complained about being too full.

 

 

I nearly broke down into tears. What had I done? Didn’t I care? I am less ignorant about the extreme poverty in places like India, yet I am “too full” to care. “What am I doing?!” I asked myself.

 

That’s a valid question. What am I doing? What am I living for? Am I satisfied with overeating and squandering my God-loaned resources when His command is to give relentlessly? Am I satisfied with letting my poverty-stricken brothers and sisters do all the work while there is a world of resources I could be sharing to further the Kingdom of God? Am I satisfied living for nothing but myself? Brethren, this is far too small a thing to live for! What a worthless treasure! O what guilt and shame to stand before the almighty and holy God and give account for my self-centerdness! What a waste to stand before the One I love and tell Him of all the reasons why I spat in the face of all He suffered for! O what tears of bitter grief I write this with even now! Am I satisfied with this? Knowing what will one day be? Knowing the souls that are in hell that I could have reached had I not been too preoccupied with pleasing myself?

 

I am determined that this shall never more be. I will not continue to be too full to care. I am tired of living for myself. God, stamp eternity once more on my eyes and show me what is truly worth living for. I will follow You.

 

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***Picture was done by Unnibabu on Deviantart. It is entitled, “beggar and burger(Poverty)”. http://unnibabu.deviantart.com/art/beggar-and-burger-Poverty-574356890

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Beauty in the Ashes: Remembering to Love the Forgotten

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas

When all through the house

Every creature was stirring,

Perhaps even a mouse!

 

Indeed, my parents were wrapping gifts and finding a place to put them (since we didn’t put a tree up this year) while my brothers chatted away excitedly in their room (sharing a wall with mine. Fun.). Even I was up, but I couldn’t breathe (Sinuses. Only in Mississippi are there tornado watches/warnings in 70°F weather at Christmas time). Christmas lost some of its magic for me some time ago, when I truly experienced the materialism of our culture. We opted for a small Christmas this year. So, I wasn’t quite so excited about gifts. I wanted it to be about more than that. I wanted to focus on higher things. Focus….

 

So, I decided to read some Scripture (sleeping wasn’t really an option, even if it was 9:30pm and I hadn’t slept well the night before). What to read? Well, what better place than in Luke for this season? So, I decided to start at the very beginning. Chapter 1.

 

 

I didn’t get far.

 

 

Something immediately got my attention. Verses 5-6 of Chapter 1——

 

“There was in the days of Herod, the king of Judaea, a certain priest named Zacharias, of the course of Abia: and his wife was of the daughters of Aaron, and her name was Elisabeth.

And they were both righteous before God, walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless.”

 

I did a double-take. Now, I don’t know about you, but I thought Mary was quite somebody, the way she took the whole thing. But this! This was way more mind-blowing! Did I just read that Zacharias and Elisabeth walked in the law blamelessly??? I understand that they were sinners like the rest of us, but apparently they were doing pretty well at this time in their lives! I mean, to be called “righteous before God, walking in all the commandments and ordinances of the Lord blameless”! That’s serious stuff! I started thinking about that….

 

What would I give for the same to be said of me? Righteous before God…Walking in all His commands blamelessly….What would I give for such a powerful testimony?

 

This thought seemed to coincide with another thought that has been haunting me lately. Afterall, what are His commands that we should walk in? Well, I can tell you one major one:

 

(James 1:27; KJV)

“Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.”

 

This one “command” is very powerful to me. This ordinance, established primarily in the Old Testament, has impacted my life in a more violent way than perhaps any other ordinance I’ve found. And I still struggle with it….

 

 

What, God? Haven’t you seen the widows around here? They are crazy! Out of it! They don’t really need me. Besides, that’s someone else’s job. Oh. And the fatherless? They may be more messed up! How do you expect me to minister to that little boy whose Daddy is in prison and whose Momma can’t have him by law? He is absolutely messed up! I mean, do you see the way he acts?! And oh my goodness—the way he talks! No way. Not my mission field. Orphans? Er…I don’t know any…..So, that’s out of the question….What? What do you mean, “What’s your mission field then”? I have a mission field…..er….Well, you know….there are people….around….that come in contact with me occassionally….Well, what did You expect? I’m not perfect, afterall!

 

 

For years, even though I never dared to say such things to the Most Holy and High God of the Universe, I nevertheless thought them (indirectly) in my mind. I dodged around doing my part. And I am ashamed to say that it took a series of near-death experiences for me to wake up. I still try to blind myself often, but it’s over. God has completely wrecked my life. I can never go back again. It’s too painful to stay where I am. I must move forward.

 

So, why not strive to be blameless in at least this command? What I have found while reaching out of my comfort zone, was that it’s not so bad when God is already there waiting to bless everyone involved. Sure—I’m not completely comfortable. I’d just as soon be at home playing Legend of Zelda Windwaker on the Wii than be in a Nursing Home with an old woman I barely know. Yet, when I did reach out or saw others reach out, I found something of far greater worth that I hadn’t seen before: beauty in the ashes, treasure in the brokeness. The smile of an old woman who is usually all alone at Christmas. when someone suddenly reaches out and helps the her find joy this season. The sparkle in the eye of the orphan who receives a gift for the first time. The neediness and hurt of the fatherless child finding healing in time spent with a new mentor. What these things are doing are of far greater value and beauty than imaginable. And all because someone followed God’s commands, perhaps not perfectly, but at least blamelessly.

 

So, this Christmas season, let us truly analyze whose life we can impact. Let us visit the widow and fatherless in their distress and try to keep ourselves unspotted from the world. Let us reach out and love somebody.

 

To go with this, I thought we should listen to our brother TobyMac, who is bringing us partially into the shoes of an orphan with a need:

 

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“This Christmas (Father of the Fatherless)”

By: Nirva Ready and TobyMac

 

 

Now Jonnie never got his wish December 25th

That’s what he said when we left the orphanage

Nine years old, but Jonnie was an old soul

Gonna spend his first Christmas in a real home

Then he showed me a picture he made the night before

A drawing of a man standin’ outside the door

He said, “I see him in my dreams

He comforts me when I can’t sleep”

 

Father of the fatherless

Be with your sons and daughters this Christmas

This Christmas

 

“Believe in angels?”

He asked starin’ at the sky

I said I do and saw a sparkle in his eye

Big brother for the weekend, respondin’ to the season

I took the chance that givin’s better than receivin’

Two nights, a new family, some holiday cheer

We laughed and sang

Came on a midnight clear

We gave, received, and as we headed to a close

We looked to the heavens, and it started snowing blessings

 

Father of the fatherless

Be with your sons and daughters this Christmas, this Christmas

(You ain’t livin’ ‘til you choose to give

Love and joy and peace to one of His)

Father let us not forget

The children who are all alone this Christmas, this Christmas

(You ain’t livin’ ‘til you choose to give

Love and joy and peace to one of His)

 

[James 1:27]

Religion that God our Father

Accepts as pure and faultless is this:

That we look after orphans and widows in their distress

Merry Christmas everyone

 

Joy to the world

The Lord is come

Let Heaven and nature sing

Let Heaven and nature sing

Let Heaven and nature sing

 

Big brother turned dad in a couple weeks

Some gifts give more than you could ever dream

Started out as a plan just to do my part,

But that little man went and stole my heart

 

Father of the fatherless

Be with your sons and daughters this Christmas, this Christmas

(You ain’t livin’ ‘til you choose to give

Love and joy and peace to one of His)

Father let us not forget

The children who are all alone this Christmas, this Christmas

(You ain’t livin’ ‘til you choose to give

Love and joy and peace to one of His)

 

Let Heaven and nature sing

Let Heaven and nature sing

[x2]

 

From me and mine, to you and yours…

Merry Christmas

This year, reach out and love somebody, y’all

 

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Testimonies of the “Civilized” (Part 4)

 

So, we’ve seen all these testimonies, but what’s the answer? We gazed on God’s grace, and we’re ready. Ready to take action…But what actions do we take? What’s our response to it all? The answer is simple but not easy: Make war. Let’s see what our brother Tedashii has to say in “Make War” off his album “Identity Crisis”:

 

 

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[Intro: John Piper]

I hear so many Christians, murmuring…about their imperfections,

And their failures, and their addictions and their shortcomings—

And I see so little war! Murmur murmur murmur…

“Why am I this way?”

MAKE WAR!

 

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[Verse 1:Tedashii]

Bang with me!

Bang Bang Ba-Bang with me!

Never playin’ games-man-cause this this thing can get frisky!

So man if you in Christ, take up your cross quickly!

Stand fearless on the frontline -Time to come with it (Ey!)

Do the right thing!

Wake up and let’s get it!

I ain’t even in the ring—they’re throwin’ bows like Riddick! (Who?)

Persistently attacking me—they even in the back of me!

Its either fight or loose your life,

And I can’t take this passively!

So what you think I’m bout to do?

I’m bout to do what I can do:

Trust the One who got me through and fight like it was after school!

Never giving up, steady standing on the battlefield!

Feet firm to the ground like I stepped on Chapel Hill!

Flesh feelin’ frisky, sin persuades and tempts me!

Satan cheers me on—guilt followed by conviction.

Its the same old trap, and we fall like we’re defenseless!

Work your senses, grow in wisdom,

Stand firm and be relentless!

 

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[Chorus: Tedashii & Flame]

I make WAAARRR!

Cause sin never sleeps!

Its got me in a trance—

You can see it in my dreams!

I make WAAARRR!

Man I beat my flesh- to the death!

Every breath like I beat my chest!

I make war!

Sun up,

I make war!

Sun down,

I make war!

Time in-

I make war!

Time out-

I make war!

Against lust

I make war!

Against pride

I make war!

Against me

I make war!

Till I die!

 

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[Verse 2: Flame]

Do YOU even have a clue what happened to you when He died?

When that tomb got rolled?

When He rose in the sky?

I think we emphasize sin so much

That it makes us paralyzed

And glorify struggle so much

That it makes us terrified!

And DE-emphasize the fact that we have been sterilized

From our old lives and thus.

God, this ain’t never wise!

We gotta snap out of it—we ain’t in no straight jackets! (We free!)

When Jesus died, in our lives something strange happened!

He gave us power! Yeah, I know that we’re sinners.

But since He rose, He’s renewing the image of God in us!

Now we gotta start makin’ WAR!

Now we can start sayin’ “NO!”

To the fleshly impulses that Jesus Christ was paying for!

Now we can start taking the lead just like the Dalai Lama

And start going all out just like a suicide bomber!

Whatever the sin is, we gotta go go go harder!

By His grace, no time to waste—

Jus-jus-just like there’s no tomorrow!

 

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[Chorus]

 

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[Verse 3: Tedashii]

I’m a Christ REPPER-senter, finna stand and deliver!

A lot of my BE-lievers struggle with their agenda!

I drop this on a ADAT, just so you could come playback!

A hit to be encouraged that rocks you with truth from way back!

Listen to it asap!

Like you do a Lecrae track!

I’m spittin written visions to put on heads like a wave cap!

Sinning? Nah we don’t play that.

That’s the way that a slave acts!

I’m filled with the spirit and tell ’em dawg ‘this is payback!’

As you begin to copy the carbon copies of Christ

And conform to his written image you should be shining the light!

If you’re not, why is that?

Is it fear that’s been grippin’ you—cause you scared they’ll be dissin you,

Flippin’ birds while they spit at you?

If you’re not, why is that?

It don’t matter so bump it!

Perfect love cast out fear – He ain’t save us for nothin’!

This is a priviledge! (Priviledge)

Your life to give to Him! (Give to Him)

So stand firm for him dawg and lets get it in, uhh!

 

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[Chorus]

 

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I make WAAARRR!

 

 

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Testimonies of the “Civilized” (Part 3)

I was going to suffice this series with Part 1 and 2, but as I was once again listening to music another night, I heard this song  (and one other) and thought it quaint for what we were talking about. This song is about what all of our testimonies really are: we’re just trying to make it. Yet it has some more specific insights into another part of the american culture. This is the truth of the matter: life is hard. Let us listen to what our brother Tedashi has to say–

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“Gotta Believe”

By: Tedashi

[Verse 1]

Folks having hard times,

Living in the world so cold.

Life dealt them cards now.

People trying hard not to fold-

Pressures their heart now,

Feels like they bout to explode!

While feeling down they asking, “Is this the life that I chose?”

It seems so unfair!

Man we just trying to survive!

But its like no one cares…

We living life just to die!

And when I come share

That Jesus cares about your life,

Their heart is hard–they disbelieve

And they filled with too much pride to cry out,

“LORD,

I surrender my all!” or cry

“LORD,

Will you answer my call?

Cause this life is not easy!

God, why I gotta be me?

It’s hard for me to trust cause when I do somebody leaves me!”

See, life without Christ is not life–it’s daydreaming

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall–

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall ounces,

Trying to figure out, “Why is this the way the ball bounces?”

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[Hook:]

Everywhere I go, its still the same song:

Everybody getting by, trying to hold on

To a life that He gives,

Doubting who He is.

Don’t doubt! Don’t doubt!

You gotta believe!

(Repeat x2)

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[Verse2]

LORD peep the hood child

Rocking Ones with an ice grill–

Folks say he should smile.

His mug’s mean cause life is!

He wants that good life–

A caddlac truck with nice rims.

And the culture says to get it–live like the thugs live!

A hustlers ambition

Since the day he was born.

I wished it was different!

Is this place really the norm?

So when I go witness,

God’s forgiveness seems foreign.

And his heart is dark–he disagrees and he’s filled with too much scorn to cry,

“LORD,

Will you take me as I am?” or cry,

“LORD,

Can you make me a new man?

Cause this life is so greasy!

God, why I gotta be me?!

Why can’t I be that dude I saw rapping on the tv?”

Questions by some who blind to the grace that freed me.

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall–

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall ounces,

Trying to figure out, “Why is this the way the ball bounces?”

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[Hook]

Everywhere I go, its still the same song;

Everybody getting by, trying to hold on

To a life that He gives,

Doubting who He is.

Don’t doubt! Don’t doubt!

You gotta believe!

(Repeat)

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[Verse 3]

This world is gonn’ pass away!

So, LORD, my prayer is they get it!

You could probably come back today,

And a lot of these folks just might miss it!

Caught up in their worldly ways–

Not knowing they could change in an instance!

It just takes faith to get in this!

But it’s been replaced by religion.

So cats remain blind,

Thinking that their works just might save.

Some just stay high,

Thinking there’s no way You would take ’em,

Saying, “It’s a hard life!”

Complaining when I go witness, and

I ask them, “What if God did this so He could get your attention?

So you’d cry,

‘LORD,

I confess and believe!’

Or cry, ‘LORD,

I see it’s You that I need!’

Cause change is so hard,

And life is mean in these streets!

And it seems there is no God!

But see since Adam and Eve,

Mankind is so lost,

Confused on the path they should walk

And so…

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall–

Day in and Day out,

I see people sitting, thinking, drinking tall ounces,

Trying to figure out, ‘Why is this the way the ball bounces?'”

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[Hook]

Everywhere I go, its still the same song:

Everybody getting by, trying to hold on

To a life that He gives,

Doubting who He is.

Don’t doubt! Don’t doubt!

You gotta believe!

(Repeat)

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Testimonies of the “Civilized”: Part 1

As the darkness crowded around me, I hugged my covers closer. But I couldn’t shake the uneasiness. This wasn’t new to me—it’d happened a million times before. So, I decided to listen to my ipod. I plugged the earbuds in my ears and laid back down. But what to listen to? I’d listened to most of these so many times I’d nearly gotten tired of them. I wanted something fresh. Something that would touch my heart. I needed something to take my mind off the spiritual failures and the clenching in my throat. But what? As I flipped through my playlists, I saw two letters:

“KB”

Ah! Now there was a christian rap artist I hadn’t really listened to much. We only had a few songs of his, and I hadn’t really ventured out of Lecrae yet. So, I hit it. A list of songs popped up. Not many. But enough. One album’s worth: “Weight & Glory”. But I had heard some of these before. They were really good songs, but not what I was in the mood for. Something else. The problem was, I just didn’t know most of these!

“Open Letter (Battlefield),” I read. It sounded vaguely familiar but I didn’t remember anything about it.

“Well, there’s nothing else, really, and I don’t want to wait much longer to pick one!” I thought, the feelings only tensing more. So, I hit it.

My eyes opened wide.

There, inside my head, was playing a testimony I had heard only too often. Much of it my own. As the girl’s story played, I kept rewinding the song, not believing what I was hearing. I was trying to soak it all in. Even the second testimony was so familiar to my ears. How many guys had I heard vent over the same problem, crushed by the culture’s over-sexualization? As I listened, I recalled them. Time and time again. So many hurting people….

I thought the song would be over after the second verse. But it wasn’t.

As the music artist started to pray, tears sprang to my eyes. Because he was praying for me. For friends. For family. For so many broken hearts. I was hearing the words of so many unspoken prayers. And I felt strengthened and uplifted by it.

Seeing the need, I wanted to share the song with you. You are not alone. You have to know there is hope! There is love! And there is immeasurable grace waiting to be lavished on you! Just take a moment. Listen to the testimonies of the “civilized”:

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“Open letter (Battlefield)”

By: KB

[Intro: KB]

I really appreciate ya’ll coming out to pray with me, man!

My heart’s just been real heavy here lately, man.

I got a stack of letters here, and I thought we should read a couple of ’em,

And pray at the end. So I got one right here from Atlanta.

It says:

[Verse 1: KB]

Dear KB,

What’s going on? It’s Ashley from the show

That you was doing with Trip Lee.

The Crew and the Spirit was moving, man! It was really dope!

When y’all left the A, I was so encouraged in the faith!

And I blessed the Lord for HGA—

I wanna start this off by saying thanks!

(There’s a battle going on)

But, lately, I’ve had this struggle with

Secrets of my past in the past five years of singleness.

(I know it) I’m lusting. I’m sinning, but my lust here is different—

Since I’ve been so alone, I kinda long for the touch of a woman!

(There’s a battle going on)

And I know it’s wrong, but dudes never ever show me attention!

I go unnoticed, it was a joke but girls show me interest!

Dudes at my church say that I’m the type of chick that they want,

(they lie)

But when I see the girls they date I know they really don’t!

I get jealous quick. I hate the mirror—I don’t feel pretty!

I’ve even contemplated surgery to feel skinny!

I know it’s real silly. The world tells me, “Just embrace it—you were born this way!”

(that’s a lie—it’s just lust)

I tried talking to the people at church,

But they just look at me funny—only adding to the hurt!*

Now I’m torn, ’cause the other day I stumbled over porn!

I’m supposed to be a leader, man! How can I move on? I know.

(this is a lie)

That’s why I’m coming to you praying.

I’m praying that you can pray for you sister to make it through.

I’m crying as I write, cause I wanna be right!

Many girls have fallen, and I don’t wanna fall too!

[Hook: KB & Jai]

There’s a war inside my heart and mind! Every day, I fight it!

So make me align to the Truth and rely on your Spirit inside me!

(It’s time to make) war war war war war war,

Cause life is a battlefield!

War war war war war war,

Cause life is a battlefield!

[Verse 2: Swoope]

Dear KB,

We’re big fans of yours—me and my lady!

When you came to the show, we was in the front row

Screaming “one-one-six!”, going

Crazy all for the HGA—was a crazy night.

What’s even crazier is the girl I was dating then is fiance now—

I’m engaged to her!

The words that you left, man, rocked us!

So I went and got her left hand rocked up.

But, if I could be honest,

I’m trying hard to abstain and not get her knocked up!

Of course I want kids,

But even more than that I wanna please the Father!

But when I look into her eyes, I can’t concentrate!

Man, I can’t even lie—I wanna consummate!

She’s the one I’m sure, but I wanna stay pure!

Scary the way that I’m yearning for her!

Getting married, but I’m burning for her!

Hard for me to wait till she walk in that aisle

Down in a white gown—I’m thinking night gown!

Man, I wanna do it right now!

Why wait when I feel like she my wife now?

The way that I’m feeling is natural, but, KB, is it godly?

Is it wrong lust, or strong love—this feeling inside for wifey?

Honor the Lord in dating her.

Wanna do the same in waiting, but

This temptation’s a beast!

Please pray for us!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trip Lee]

Dear God,

We come in His name,

The slain and risen

Who’s running this thing,

Christ the Lord—

The one who can bring

Healing the hurts of the ones that He claims!

We think we got nothing to gain

By clinging to Christ, the love of the King.

But He was under the same—

Tempted and hurt—He’s accustomed to pain.

Though they feel it feel it—

Pain, but they joy can kill it kill it!

Feeling like life been pillaged.

Can I please intercede for a minute?

This is

Not out of Your grasp!

Your grace can shake! Your power can smash!

I pray this hour and ask—

Allow them to see Your power surpass

That sin! Devour their past!

Drowning with mercy, shower them fast!

Give them the faith to follow the Father!

He’s Abba! Your Honor, please swallow the trash!

Dear Lord, you were never gone!

You promised You’d make ’em forever strong!

Your arm isn’t short—it is very long!

Make ’em like Christ—You get ’em home!

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*I know the pain…To be discussed later.

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Plight of the Poor

The Tears of the Saints

The tears of the saints…..When will we change? Oh my dear, dear brothers and sisters…..when will we change? I cry and weep. Let us go. My life is not worth living if it is not lived for the lost! God, kill me if I don’t proclaim the Gospel! It is better for Your kingdom if I’m dead rather than if I’m lukewarm. Let us go! Let us fulfill our call….

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