Lord Jesus Christ, pour out your Spirit over me I want to feel your presence I want to know your way Pour it out again like you have done before I want to feel your peace Forgive me for my sins help me begin again Refresh my weary soul and restore me so, I am whole again.
A couple of years ago I had a dream. In my dream I was sent an invitation. The invitation reminded me of a very colorful wedding invitation. It had multicolored flowers on it with gold trim. The words on it said, “You are invited to be a maid’ and signed from God. It was an invitation to work for God. The invitation also said I would have Sundays for a day off.
When I woke up, I was so amazed by my dream. The invitation looked expensive and very pretty. In all my life, I have never seen such a beautiful invitation. It makes sense though because God is my treasure. I long for His peace and presence in my life, and when I don’t feel it, God feels far away.
I was depressed before the dream because I don’t work anymore and felt like I had no purpose because of it. I felt like I wasn’t having any positive effect on anyone because I rarely drive anymore or go places because of anxiety and chronic pain. I didn’t used to be quite this anxious until I got hurt during the pandemic. I couldn’t drive for six months because of pain I was feeling. During that time, I had a protestant Christian counselor that didn’t help me at all. In fact, I think he did more harm than good. But writing is therapeutic for me, and I feel better after I write down my feelings. It is a way I can heal my soul and mind from the damage that counselor did.
I decided to write a blog as my way of serving God and share God’s love. All of my poetry is about God. Thanks for reading.
I don't deserve Him, with the sins I carry, When I feel hate and anger, I hate the way I feel. It's a sin, and when I feel hate, to Jesus I must appeal, to be forgiven from the same old sins. Why can't I change? I ask myself over, and over again. Jesus said hate, is just like murder how will I ever make it, to myself I wonder. So much hate, such a senseless war. So many injustices in this cruel, cruel world. All the cruelty and insults, will they ever end? This isn't God's will, this isn't God's plan.
He radiates power, And when His presence enters a room, worry is something you just can't do. His presence brings peace, His presence brings love, His presence is tranquility. I want to feel His presence again, it's better than seeing a long, lost friend. When I feel His presence, I just want to praise. He is power, He is love, He is peace. That is my God, That is my Savior, That is my Prince of Peace.