I come unworthy, begging only the blood of Christ. My cry is for mercy. Pour out your endless mercy upon his head, though he provokes you to your face. Shine the light of your truths upon his path. Open his eyes, so that he may truly see. Plow up the hard, dusty, shallow ground of his heart and give him a soft teachable heart in its place. Overcome his stubborn heady pride, and let him become a child, and child of the Living God, for in you the fatherless find compassion. Save him from self destruction and sure death. Use your everlasting Word to sever his mind from his heart, and breathe your breath of life into his lungs. Lord draw him near to your side, let yourself be found by him when he seeks with all of his heart. My cry is for mercy, he does not deserve it, he has not earned it, but I beg, I plead for your compassion to fall upon him, and peer into his heart and fill it with your unending love and understanding. Grant him the freedom to put himself aside and look for you, the Source of the only Good Thing that will ever complete him. I implore you Father, begin a good work in him. Lord you have come that he may have life, and have it to the fullest. Be with him now, let him be undone. Break his concrete heart, soften the rough edges, let his heart open toward you. Only mercy Lord. Only grace upon him, spare him from your holy wrath and his certain destruction. Let him not go down into the grave. Do your work Lord. For your desire for your people, your zeal for them consumes you. You stop at nothing. Have mercy, oh so much mercy, Lord pour out your consuming mercy upon Justin.
In Jesus' precious name,
Amen.
I don't know why, Mr. Wooten, but the Lord has burdened my heart for your coming into His kingdom. Do not tarry, do not delay. Begin living your life as you were meant to. You are made to know him. I will not cease my prayers, for the Lord has filled my heart with compassion for you. I have not forgotten.
1 comment:
Nice to know you were thinking about me. Sorry for taking so long to see this. I was just messing around on MySpace, and decided to look up your blog. I like to do name searches on myself, from time to time, and wondered if you had mentioned me in anything.
The last time we saw each other was at that sleepover thing, right? I felt a little tension between us. I was happy to find out you would also be there (I had no idea who would be there), but somehow I sensed you were not over-Joyed that I was there, pun intended. I believe it was shortly after I made those comments on your blog that you got upset about.
Sometimes I still think back to that first afternoon we talked. We seemed to have some sort of connection. It's a shame that on a lot of levels, we're just too completely different people.
I'm glad you thought about me and took the time to write this blog entry. I think about you from time to time, and I also hope you are doing well in everything you do.
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