Recovery of the lost

Together let us walk

in the journey that's ahead.

Let's rush in to our destiny

as the obstacles we tread.

With one hand we will build,

with the other we will fight.

Courageously we hold the scepter

of justice with his light.

There is no room for quarreling,

or room for any division.

Because we're called to stand as one

against all opposition.

In unity we'll march

and stand in the front line.

Step foot into the camp and war,

recover what is thine.

He will provide the strength.

Glory is in the air.

Believing when we yield to him,

he hears our wailing prayer.

Forgive us of our sins,

and our iniquities.

And thank you for the price you paid

to give us victory!!

Psalm 118:15

"The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tents and private dwellings of the [uncompromisingly] righteous: the right hand of the Lord does valiantly and achieves strength!"

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He found her

He found her. Covered in all the debris of life. Covered in the choices she didn’t give a second thought to making, only to realize she was facing the consequences and feeling as if there would be no escape. He found her, sitting and staring blankly wishing, desiring to start over again. She was covered in her experience of extreme pain and disappointments. He found her, put down, let down, and torn down. How could she look up from where she was. Gravity weighing her down. He found her, though He never took His eyes off her and He gently whispered to her, “I’ve been here all along. How could I find something I’ve never lost sight of?” At that moment she found Him and her epiphany of how deeply lost she was caused her to become responsive to the invitation before her to a place where she could be free from dwelling. She found herself and looked on past all the things that had placed her in that state of desperation, though in that state she embraced her freedom in her intima...

Before...

Before your rapture comes, before the trumpet blows. Disensitize me Lord, each day that I may grow. I humbly come to you. with courage to confess, Lord lead me by your spirit, that I might die to flesh. I hunger for your will, your purpose and your plan. Because your grace sustains me, to firmly in you stand. I pray each night and day, and magnify your name. I thank you for your precious blood, that clears me from my shame. Your voice I long to hear, that I might not be dormant. Desiring to hear you say, "Well done my faithful servant." Isaiah 33:6 "And there shall be stability in your times, an abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge; the reverent fear and worship of the Lord is your treasure and his."

Bless our children

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