Oct 16, 2011

My prayer

"If it is a contest of strength, behold, He is mighty! If it is a matter of justice, who can summon Him? Though I am in the right, my own mouth would condemn me; though I am blameless, He would prove me perverse. I am blameless; I regard not myself; I loathe my life. For He crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause; He will not let me get my breath, but fills me with ((anguish))."  

I am not blameless.  I am full of blame, but Christ has washed me clean.  He has cleansed my iniquities.  Why then must I suffer so?  I feel as if my heart has been cloven in two.  When will I see the fruit from this year of pruning?  When will this trial be over?
Lord, please have mercy upon my family.
"Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief."

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