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Lord Of The Harvest

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 Father I pray, for the right words to say.. Words to convict and words to convey. As you pour into me, I will pour into others. So the continuous gospel, will spread like wild flowers. Lord of the harvest, I give myself to you.. Use me as a vessel, to bring in more than just a few. Your sons and your daughters, are in need of a friend.. So hasten your footsteps, with love till the end. Time after time, there is need for a push.. For the glory will come, for those in the bush. While we all tarry, we will bend to your will.. As we feast from your table, so we can be filled. One day at a time, in toil and in prayer.. I will seek out yonder, for those in your care. The cloud by day and the fire by night.. May they ever shadow, and preserve with might. Heavenly Father, lend me your ear.. Help me to treasure, what you hold dear. You are everything and everything is you.. So be my companion and forever be my pew.

The Ears Of Heaven

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 You may live in the east and I am in the west.. You might say to yourself, you cannot win this test. Be encouraged my friend and look to the Lord.. For the ears of heaven, will hear your discord. Though you are not, as strong as you seem.. The strength of the I AM, says you are redeemed. Your steps have been ordered and your lamp has been lit.. So wherever you go, you will be equipped and fit. Under your roof, there are holes on the floor.. And oftentimes you weep, because it cuts to your core. The promises of God, are written for you.. So rise up ye chosen and receive your due. Your sowing in tears, will bring a bountiful supply. Your enemies and foes, will sit and wonder why. Smile at them with kindness and show forth your praise.. For great is your reward, from the Lord who was raised.

My Needs Are Met

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 All of my life, I have been covered with grace.. Strengthened and favoured, on a bed of lace. Though sorrow came calling, to weaken my knees.. In prayer I would go, to the God who sees. Kicked to the curb, yet blooming with corn.. The words of my Father, were the sounds in my horn. Driven with purpose and bold as could be.. Into the sanctuary, I was always made free. Without, lay hopelessness, but within I was fierce. For the Paul's anointing, showed me who was pierced. Grace and courage, watched my back.. So I was protected, from the enemy's attack. Today I stand, as a child of the King.. Ready and able, to worship and sing. Though I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death.. The God of heaven, will see my needs are all met.

Be Brave My Son

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 I am waiting for word, of my son being home.. And I am praying to God, that he will no longer roam. The days are getting shorter and the devil is at will. So come home quickly, before I hear a shrill. My son where you are, is deep in the woods.. Out there in the forest, you can be misunderstood. Stand and be still and I will come for you.. For the yearnings of my heart, wants to make you like new. Be brave my son and do not compromise.. For the wiles of the enemy, are stringent with disguise. Just over the mountain, you will find rest.. So hasten your footsteps and overcome your test. My child, I will love you, till death do us part.. In a train of mercy, your strength will ever start. I will pray for favour, all your life through.. For by faithfulness and courage, you will get all your due. Take my hand my son and hold on ever tight. For if you let go, the enemy will fight. Help will be your shadow, as you walk across the miles.. For the Lord of heaven's armies, will guard you al...

I Am Blessed

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 Tonight Oh Lord, I give you my heart.. Because that is all I have to give. My words are not sufficient, to express what I feel.. So lis ten to my heartbeat and know that I yield.  For every single blessing, you have given unto me.. I am truly grateful, for your hand holds the key. Without you first, I will always be last.. So in your loving care, all my thoughts I cast. I cannot imagine, my life without you.. For to take a single breath, makes me feel brand new. In my desperation, with ashes on my head.. You cover me with grace, as I lie on my bed. My answers came with favour, in the year of jubilee.. With so many opportunities, but none of them were free. Like Job in his harvest, I am not alone. So thank you Holy Spirit, that I am blessed to the bone.

You Are Not a Friend

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You hold out a sign, that says, do not disturb. You think in your heart, I will sit on the curb. As you smile with your cheek, I feel cold all around.. For the trembling inside, lays buried in the ground. I know who you profess, is not who you are.. As daggers are hidden, but not very far. Like a thief in the night, without a sound.. You sacrifice your soul and think you will never be found. There is nothing hidden, that shall not be exposed. For the dark of night, sees the shadows of my foes. All you have written in blood, in the cold.. Will surely shine brightly, with words to be told. You are not a friend, or one who is kind.. Whose essence of mercy, I cannot find. Where you choose to go and what you choose to do.. Hope will never find you, or make you like new. What you sow, is what you will reap.. I pray you seek, treasures for to keep. Let not your heart, be overcome with pride.. For the carriage awaits, to take you on a ride.

While The Christians Are Asleep

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 My lamp is ablaze and overflowing with oil.. For the Lord said clearly, to be wise as I toil. I have separated myself, from those who are fools.. To be counted worthy and not be used like tools. While deep in prayer, I was told by God.. Do not be a part, of what He is not a part of. Though I am rejected, by those whom I loved.. I choose to follow, the Lord from above. Like me or hate me, that is your choice.. But in everything I do, I will always rejoice. My destiny was planned, before I was born.. So the Johnny come lately, will never reap my corn. I am a prize and treasured by the Lord. With heaven's own linen, that I can afford. Refined and sanctified, to do what I must.. As a servant of the Lord and in Him I will trust. In the lonely hours, while the Christians are asleep.. I will pray in faith, to be not sifted like wheat. To run this race, I might crawl on the ground.. But the awakening of the sunshine, says I will always be found.