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Lord?
by Myndraker (Member) - published: September 30, 2007
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37 and still undone
Has the enemy finally won?

Godly Hopes and desires give way
To lust and flesh, my priority each day

Prayers and scriptures once filled my mind
Now filled with sin, my spirit goes blind

I want to lead and walk a better life
I need to be healed from this strife

But confused I am, here I sit
Asked for a miricle, recieved not one bit

A child in trouble, Healing I implore
A father who hears and choses to ignore

How is this possible and how can this be
He is suppose to help and come rescue me

But five years now, no healing from Him
I fear the silence is the enemy's win

Come now Lord and save my walk
Or murder me now and crush me like chaulk

All wet with tears and scared to death
I'll sit here now and hold my breath

No hide and seek LORD, Here I am
Waiting for you, your loving, healing hand.



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by Myndraker

Lord?
I am one who questions incessantly. But...big but, recently I was making myself sick about finances.

Guess what? Just as I was about to throw up from despair, I found a $100 on a sidewalk!!! My mother was with me but she had no idea about my stress.

I believe when you least expect it, your answers will come.

The major cynic in me appreciated what you wrote. The minor optimist loved what you wrote.

Someone, or something, is out there watching.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: October 1, 2007 )

Optimist
I accidentally deleted why the optimist in me loved this.

I think you still have hope. That's a good thing.

Thank you for sharing.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: October 1, 2007 )

Dear Cynic/Optimist.
Thanks for your note... though I am in a frustrated and seemingly hopeless place with an affliction of fleshly lust, the christian in me knows to have hope, but after so many yrs..... anyway thanks... and congrats on the 100 buck find.....

( Posted by: Myndraker [Member] On: October 4, 2007 )

Pray to the Lord
Put you trust in the Lord
or so they say...
Was it he who dropped
$100 dollars that day?
Pray to the Lord
if you feel that you should
But it's only yourself
that can make you feel good.

I've also been there
to my own sweet hell.
Where none could hear
my scream or yell.
But it was only ME
with some help from mankind.
That saved poor me
from the depths of my mind.

Pray to the Lord
he may help you one day.
Maybe after your life's
finally passed away.
But if your going to start
to have some fun.
Look to yourself
for what has to be done!

You are the judge
and the jury who know.
If the the seeds that you plant
are going to grow.
They could give you some pleasure
but if you want to be sad
Just pray to the Lord
and tell him your bad.


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: October 5, 2007 )

thanks for your kind words
I see you have been here,
and to a comfort that's dear.
But sadness is not my goal,
just an affect of life's long toll.

Years ago I followed my lust,
ignored my life;s call, placed in me my trust.
I looked to man for answers and fun
only to find their desire was me - undone.

So to the lord I did flee
And asked Him to reach down and save me.
He did this and it was strong and true
I am sorry but I did find more than you.
And even though my words ask for more,
Begging, pleaing, and continuing to implore,
It's just a way of blowing off steam,
for in my life I know I have been redeemed.
With out his love and without his grace,
I'd still be standing in my own discrace.

So perhaps in my words I led you astray,
it is not for the WORLD I long for this day.
But a continuing process to endure,
my salvation given and periodically reassured.
by he who started something wonderful within,
a promise he would not forget what was given.
and so even though I still kick and scream,
I guess even God's kids have temper tantrums it seems.
And where better to voice my silent cry
to tearfully weep and desperately sigh
then to the lord who did make me,
and on lit dot org where others might feel the same way exactally.

do not be offended and do not be miffed,
for each of us all are searching for life's gift
and if in yourself you did find yours
I wish you happyiness and much healing of sores
but continue will I in dark writing in here
it helps my heart, my mind made clear
and on that day that our worlds do cease
finally standing with the creator of peace,
I will know if my trust was made true
Did I lean on Him or did I follow you..
But the answer is known, just as from the start,
It is Only the Lord who can tend to my heart.


Thanks for the poem and the encouragement.. may you find happiness in all your days here on earth....

( Posted by: Myndraker [Member] On: October 7, 2007 )





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