Um, I didn't know where the right place to post this was... sweatdrop
Dear God, it’s been a while
I hope seeking you out makes you smile.
Lord, I feel really guilty for my sin
Unfortunately, it’s something to which I’ve grown akin
I know you will always forgive me
Even though I’m unworthy of your mercy.
There’s so much more about you I wish to understand
But all I need to know is that I’d die without your hand.
Please, My God, forgive me for not speaking about your son
Anoint my spirit to speak openly of what his ministry has begun.
And, God, bless Jeff over from Pima Street;
Show him your vision, guide his feet.
Protect him with thorns and cherubim
Even more so until his ministry begins.
My God, I’m addicted to learning your words
Like that you take care of the flowers and the birds.
And that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life
Who was made to suffer in subordinating strife.
Jesus, I miss you, but you need to move on for a season
Because I need to get over this treason.
Bless Debbie Strayhorn, my good friend, too
Lord, in her, let your Spirit stew
And anoint her lips to prophesy for your side
And through her, open countless more eyes.
God, take her to incredible places
Where she’s threatened by death and maces
So You can shine through
And people can not deny that the knew
That Your presence fell upon them and they were in fear
Because your intent was dangerously clear…
In all ways, I am a child of the King
And forever may His hallelujahs ring
From the East to the West
Only His saints can attest
That invisible equals might
And nothing escapes his sight
Whether in the arms of death
Or lying in the depths,
I know the prowling barracuda
Will be destroyed by My Lion of Judah.
I hope seeking you out makes you smile.
Lord, I feel really guilty for my sin
Unfortunately, it’s something to which I’ve grown akin
I know you will always forgive me
Even though I’m unworthy of your mercy.
There’s so much more about you I wish to understand
But all I need to know is that I’d die without your hand.
Please, My God, forgive me for not speaking about your son
Anoint my spirit to speak openly of what his ministry has begun.
And, God, bless Jeff over from Pima Street;
Show him your vision, guide his feet.
Protect him with thorns and cherubim
Even more so until his ministry begins.
My God, I’m addicted to learning your words
Like that you take care of the flowers and the birds.
And that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life
Who was made to suffer in subordinating strife.
Jesus, I miss you, but you need to move on for a season
Because I need to get over this treason.
Bless Debbie Strayhorn, my good friend, too
Lord, in her, let your Spirit stew
And anoint her lips to prophesy for your side
And through her, open countless more eyes.
God, take her to incredible places
Where she’s threatened by death and maces
So You can shine through
And people can not deny that the knew
That Your presence fell upon them and they were in fear
Because your intent was dangerously clear…
In all ways, I am a child of the King
And forever may His hallelujahs ring
From the East to the West
Only His saints can attest
That invisible equals might
And nothing escapes his sight
Whether in the arms of death
Or lying in the depths,
I know the prowling barracuda
Will be destroyed by My Lion of Judah.
