I am tired of the constant denial of your truth by the world around me. I have little faith to begin with. The world would rob a child of its meager bread and water, Lord.
It is a wonder my faith continues.
John 16:33
These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
The world tells me that you have not even come, and I refuse to believe its lies.
It takes what you have made and claims it is its own, and not to even give you a single iota of thanks.
It has an explanation for everything, saying it is not God but randomness, chance, statistical probability, science knows better, people make their own choices, the experts are in control.
It would venture to offer wild tales to explain things like extra terrestrials, UFOs and New Age explanations, magic, astrology. It offers every excuse to deny you Lord.
I have become a cynic from listening to the powerful and the elite and the experts.
I am tired of hearing the enemy's lies. I am tired of his tribulation towards me. His barbs and whips cuts my flesh to get to my spirit, but my spirit is unreachable because it is given up to you. You bought it, you paid for it with your precious love.
But the world continues to rail against you and in doing so against me for believing, for waiting, for hoping, for praying.
Though the Lord has won, though the Lord is victorious it says where is this victory? It has won nothing, it shall instead scorch the earth, salt the fields, retreat and leave nothing to the Lord?
So men kill other men, bear false witness against their brother, worship justice as a goddess, take vengeance into their hands, strut around and act like gods.
How long, Jesus? Must my eyes bear this torment? How long Jesus, must my ears hear this? It is a constant sacrilege and a barraging blasphemy, from the TV, from the news, from the Internet, from men in power, from the state, from the government, from companies, from Wall Street. It is constant.
Lord, but once that I wish to see your glory lifted up! Then it will be twice when heaven and earth have gone! I would be a blessed person
I pray, dear Jesus, that you shall take what is rightfully yours and turn the enemy's denial into his grave.
I remember Jesus, he tried to send you to your tomb and death could not keep you down.
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My turn!
Now send him to his tomb and seal it shut, forever.
I am tired of the spirit of the anti-christ.
