God's faithfulness to me is wider than any horizon and stronger than any hurricane and any persecution. The persecution has gone so much, I feel as though I will snap and I feel so guarded. But when I retreat to God, He gently reminds me that when none stand with me and yet even when all stand against me, that He has never left me. He is right there amidst it all.
I've felt so burdened by the persecution but He comforts me. For it is not the persecution that burdens me, but being steeped there in pitch black darkness, and it tries to smother the light in me. But when I guard myself in my own defenses I am hiding the light. I must let go of all my own guards and stand in the open with faith surrounding me. I must let go and cast off the world and it's oppression of me, for I am free and alive because of Jesus. I am a conquerer because of Jesus and a royal priest because of Jesus, with all the treasures from God's richness. I have so much to be thankful for and so much to dance and sing for.
I am in the world as a foreigner, it is not my home. I am passing by and I must not let distract me from going to see my Lord. I close my eyes and remember my vision. Drifting slowly in a warm and steady river. Drifting away to a magnificent and mighty tree. Drifting on my back and beholding the light of God.
Just let go... and let the current of the God's grace bring me to Jesus.
I've felt so burdened by the persecution but He comforts me. For it is not the persecution that burdens me, but being steeped there in pitch black darkness, and it tries to smother the light in me. But when I guard myself in my own defenses I am hiding the light. I must let go of all my own guards and stand in the open with faith surrounding me. I must let go and cast off the world and it's oppression of me, for I am free and alive because of Jesus. I am a conquerer because of Jesus and a royal priest because of Jesus, with all the treasures from God's richness. I have so much to be thankful for and so much to dance and sing for.
I am in the world as a foreigner, it is not my home. I am passing by and I must not let distract me from going to see my Lord. I close my eyes and remember my vision. Drifting slowly in a warm and steady river. Drifting away to a magnificent and mighty tree. Drifting on my back and beholding the light of God.
Just let go... and let the current of the God's grace bring me to Jesus.