| Weeping In The Night |
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One night, I could hear muffled crying. It was deep and mournful, and unrelenting. "Why do you cry? What is the cause?" I asked. Lost souls, hell bound, cold, and unrepenting. The passing of the night brought more sobbing. " What," pray I ask, " causes such agony?" Babies being slaughtered each and every day. They pile in dumps, broken, as far as the eye can see. Then again, the quiet of the night was broken by a deep wailing, " What causes such anguish out poured?" Men hating each other, wars and famine, And they want no part of my precious Lord. Sobs and deep groaning I, then, heard, " What is the cause of this sad travail?" So many prayer needs, I feel. So much I am falling 'neath it all, to no avail. Then, a calm, as the words of weeping were sent To the Father, most Holy and so divine. For, now I know, the voice I heard was mine. Laying it all to heavenly charge, My heart and strength and tears all spent; I had emptied myself totally and upward, To the throne, they were sent. Some times we cry, sob, travail and weep; Not unheard by the Holy Three in One, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Hearing from my heart of pain when the day is done. Still, many nights, the sobs return ~ Flooding my soul with the fire to refine, Ushering up to the loving Lord, From the night crier. The tears and voice I hear is mine. |
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Yes, I must tell Jesus. I must empty myself to really give it all to the Lord. Sometimes, weeping is the only prayer I have on my lips. Then, I know that He sees beyond the tears and listens to the overflowing heart. Yes, I must tell Jesus. Jesus will help me, Jesus alone |
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