Holy Spirit laughter, sweep across each one like a wave
A demoniac, after prayer, "scream" then cry like a baby saved
Children dance to the beauty of God's children celebrate
Father God disarm bullies who were about to stone me with hate
A neighbour boy "cry with delight" cause he could finally hear
My X, pointing a loaded gun at me, ultimately run for God's fear
One of unbelief set-free of jail by prayer but not from her known sin
A tiny oil-container, about empty, never run dry when poured again
Water turned to oil, to pray for a young troubled girl acting crazed
Fierce beast made quite calm, near me, despite my childish phase
Incurable diseases healed, and arms and legs grow some inches
Believe me when I say, I've seen the power of prayer in trenches
Please tell me what you think
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Prayer is the most powerful means of communicating we have, since at the other end The Most High is on the line. HE has seen everything occur long before it took place and perhaps just checks when talking to us to see if we have a clue. When we do it makes HIM happy, when we don't HE understands and silently does what is best for us without further explanation. Sometimes it dawns on us what the meaning of events and situations was, years after the fact. And then we get an idea of what it was HE did to save us. HE continuously makes us stand in awe. Thank you for creating and sharing, precious Muse. Take care,
Chris
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How right you are, my friend.
And yet so much evil has been disguised in the name of prayer that many reject it from those who are sincere. Nevertheless, I do understand because nowadays there is too much of man's selfish/ controlling nature trying to use it to one's advantage.
I admit that Father-god was my childhood escape. It true, I needed to safe place to escape where I could feel loved. My teenage parents where just too busy trying to survive. Since that time, no-matter how many times I've failed God, I've felt his ever-open-arms towards me. And though I've been rejected by most, the Lord Most High has never rejected me; but, to the contrary, has honored me in front of others. It's a bit like that old Gospel song: "No One Ever Cared For Me Like Jesus” by Charles F Weigle.
Thanks for your continual graciousness, Chris.
~Milly
http://rosemck1.tripod.com/jukebox-gospel.html
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