Betwixt

"I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried; mine eyes fail while I wait

for my God" (Psalm 69:3). Up until recently I was relishing the peace

of a spiritual zenith/ as if I was sailing gracefully upon the living waters.

Then an upheaval unawares a tempest which flooded my heart with twisted

melancholy. I feel no need to reveal the structure of the storm, except

the fact I am being mangled amidst it's fury. The unrest has impaled my

heart with a sting I'd never before known. And I am still amidst it's fury.

For lamina strait betwixt two. I am well conscious that the strong arm

of the Lord is with me, yet in wretched sequence a very present darkness

tormenting my soul. I feel as if the presence of this noxious foe is raging

to destroy my existence at any cost, yet in sequence I feel the glorious

presence of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah and His roaring claim of supremacy.

The pernicious foe tearing and devouring my strength, I am cast down by each

graze of it's misshapen talons, as prostates rise. I try to break free)

squinting to behold the Light of hope beyond the merciless squall, as the

force of it's fury quickly rends my reach. I am but dust, crumbling beneath

the river of my tears, churning insanely from this frightful travail.

Yet I will trust in Thee 0 blessed Master, my God, have mercy upon me,

for I feel my heart will soon fail. Thus take my heart, take it my God,

hold it tightly within Thy grasp! 0 merciful Father, restore my God! Restore!

For my life is in Thee, and I feel I am perishing amidst these shadows.

Purge my soul with Thy healing light, empower me by Thy Holy Spirit, for

am weak, I am weighed down beneath this sorrow untold. Come quickly Lord,

and though Lord, You may tarry, I will hope in Thee, I will hope in Thee.

I will always hope in Thee, great Lover of my soul, and though the storm

rages, I will yet love Thee, for Thou art my life, my hope, my strength.

J.B.Q.

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