With feelings of sadness and grief?
Though my life seems to be without
Real turmoil and pressing needs
Yet I feel so grieved inside
With feelings of giving up
A sense of real hopelessness
Has crowded out God’s love
Release me Lord I ask of thee
I don’t want to stay this way
Fill me again with your Holy Spirit
And deliver me I pray
May I again be filled with joy
And know your loving grace
May the spirit of heaviness over me
Be replaced with the garment of praise
I shall arise and sing your praises
And lift my hands to you
And declare aloud your faithfulness
In the wondrous works you do
Be gone you father of iniquities
You no longer have a hold
For greater is He that is in me
The redeemer of my soul
I will not give in to Satan’s attacks
Nor allow him the chance to bind
For Christ has already set me free
And released my troubled mind
My hope shall always be in God
In Him alone will I trust
His joy again will flood my soul
And my heart will be filled with love.
© By M.S.Lowndes.
"Lord Jesus, here I am before you again. I come dirty, stained, bruised, and cut up. You ask me, 'What happened, my Child?' With a bowed head, I admit that last night the enemy came. I wasn’t prepared for them, and so. . . here I am. They were able to get in and claim territory in my mind, but I don’t want then there! I want to claim the land back. I want to pick my guard back up, but I’m weary of the fight. I need rest and strength to prepare me for the battle. Come to my deliverance, Lord! I’m in desperate need of your strength and you! Here, take my bag of trash that the enemy gave me. I don’t want to walk around with its weight and smell on me anymore. I’m ready to be set free; I’m ready to pick my sword back up and get back in the fight.
My Lord arose slowly, and looking straight into my eyes said, 'Do not grow weary in well doing, for in due season you shall reap, if you do not lose heart.' He picked up my trash bag and flung it behind his back. Then in exchange for me filthy, torn clothes, he clothed me in a gown of pure and spotless white. He washed away the dirt on my hands and face, and healed the scratches and wounds I had received the night before. He himself put on new shining armor on me and placed in my hands a two edged sword, and said, 'Now you are ready to get back in the fight. Go now, and my strength will be with you. Remember to come back this afternoon for a time of refreshing.'
Away I marched, back out to the battle field with the name of Jesus lifted high. I was ready to reclaim that captured territory as my own.”
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