A prayer for those in the fire

 

Beloved one, let Me speak to your heart

for you are battle worn.

Like a sword, once sharpened,

You have become dulled

By the fight.

Chipped and broken

By the battle

That has raged fierce

Against your soul.

Let Me

Take that sword

To reforge its blade

in the heat

Of My furnace.

It’s handle I will reset

With the costliest of jewels.

Stay with Me in this place

Even though the

bellows blast

And heat blows

Across your brow

It is I

That is at work

Within your heart

My workshop is not pleasant

With the heat

the burning of dross

And the clanging of metal

Yet, it is in this refinery

That weakness is exposed

So stay with Me

In this place of fire

As every fragile piece

Will be made strong

 

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A prayer for you

Sometimes it is hard to find the “right” words to express our heart and at times I have used the words of others to release all what is in my heart.  Please feel free to personalize, to share, to reprint the following prayer for yourself or for a loved one.

Father, You drew me to yourself when I didn’t even know You.
It is You who gives my life depth and meaning.
When I look back over the span of my life – it is only You who has kept me.
You call me Your very own.
What this season of life will bring – only You know.
I put my trust in You.
Above all I want my life to honour You
Let me be a worthy image bearer of You.

Bind up my wounds,
Heal the hurts of my heart.
Perform and fulfill Your words to me.
Whispered promises given in the quiet dawn of each new day.

I am Your child, chosen and beloved.
At times my heart is bowed with remembered sorrow and shame
You gently lift up my head and wipe away each tear that falls
Catching them in Your nail-scarred hands.

Father, I come before Your throne of Grace
Who am I that You should love me so!
Yet You do.
I want to learn from You
I want to learn of You.

How I love Your word, Father.

How You reveal Yourself like nuggets of gold
Treasures to dig for, gems to seek.

Your truths shape me, heal me and change me.

There is so much I don’t understand about this season of my life
But one thing I know – You are here, with me.
Your angels stand guard
Protecting against the onslaught of the evil one.

I’m learning to let go of the reins of my life
Letting go and letting You work freely.
You are the anchor of my soul.

I rejoice in You
You are my shelter, my hiding place
My Saviour
My God and my King
And I will worship You with the sacrifices of praise.

The Greatest Gift: Prayer

The Greatest Gift: Prayer

My soul waits in silence for God only  Psalm 62:1
Whirring winds of rushing thought
Are silenced
As in quiet stillness
I pause
In this moment
As I wait for You only
In unwavering trust
Though I don’t understand
All the time
Tangible tokens
From treasured friends
I hold
As I sit before Your Grace
Begging prayers
Of desperate pleas
That thrums with the beat
Of an aching heart
Tears falling like hard rain
He has to hear
Their sound as they drop
Onto His sandaled feet
As I reach for His compassion
To touch the hurt so deep
Within the reeling world
Of treasured friends
Unwavering faith
Trembles on lips
That have tasted grace
So I pray
For His balm for the bleeding
The hurt and those who have lost their way
Christ take it
And bear it
 I often hold “tangible” items from treasured friends as I pray for them.  A bracelet made as a gift; a painted shell; a sand dollar, a stone, a card, an image captured, a rock…

A gathering of “Sista’s” that I pray for.