Set Apart for His Purpose


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Why is it that every time we have a trial we wait until we have exhausted all other options before we begin to pray for the Lord’s direction. It’s not about us, but about what the Lord desires for our lives. He knows the plans that he has for us, to prosper us and to keep us healthy and in tune with him. He desires our worship and with our worship we will gain strength to overcome the battles that we must fight. We must fight the good fight of faith. Sometimes we may get weary of the fight and that is when prayer becomes a powerful weapon. If we could get a revelation of the power that we have in prayer, we could impact our world. No more would we fear the trials of life, rather we would replace our fears with trust in the Lord. He is our strength and our song. We all need to have an attitude of prayer:

I left ripe gardens happy, while I confronted fear.

I thirsted for deliverance, after you promised. I’d thirst no more.

Angrily, I walked through the garden, midst the green and fertile soil

But you led me away to the desert, arid and dry of hope.

Still I blindly walked, in search of truth.

then, you led me to the mountain

Where weakened by my losses, I failed to wait on your promise.

So, I wandered alone and stumbled,

Falling deep into my night. But you drew me into your arms,

Beside still waters and your light.

I waited forever, it seemed, and in my despair,

I decided it was no use to tarry, so I left my prayers there.

I walked on through the tempest, my night and storms prevailed.

down the path that you prepared for me.

Enticed by its wondrous mystery,

I traveled the rich and leafy loam

To a place I’d seldom gone.

When I began to seek your face

You taught me to abide–

I gave you weakness for my offering, Under your pavilion I did hide.

But you didn’t forsake me, Gave me of your abundant supply.

Beckoned me to drink all of it, Not once forsaking my cry.

Daily we die to sin, another victory we win.

Teach me to say,

“Not my will, but thine be done.”

What once overwhelmed me

You allowed it for my good.

For it was in my deepest valley

That you covered me with your blood.

 Be Ye Separate, Saith the Lord

About gracemorganwriter

What is a writer? Someone who writes. For me, writing means to observe the world in a fresh way; it gives us encouragement when we are struggling to follow the path, and hope that we can keep pressing towards the mark. Writing gives us grace for the journey, and shines light into the darkened places of our soul.
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