Just Past the Bend

For many believers, We've prayed and prayed. For those we love, who still don't know Jesus,  and at times we grown dismayed.   "Maybe it's just not meant to be? Or maybe I'm the problem; yeah maybe it's just me?" We've all heard these words, And it's the voice of our enemy.   "Give up on them, and go on, You don't need to pray. They're never going to be interested, In GOD Anyway!"   Yes we've all heard these words, Echo inside. But take heart fellow believers, For the enemy has lied.   Upon the thrown of God Sit's bowls of the prayers of the saints. They're not lost nor forgotten, Regardless the picture, that the enemy paints.   Yeah...maybe we'll be gone, When those bowls are finally emptied out. For the Word says fire accompanies the answer's of all that the saint's were praying about.   The Fire of God, attached to your own prayer request. It may have taken some time, But God always knows what's best

    What have we become? Has the world lost its mind? No, this is the last days. But there is nowhere to run. There is nowhere to hide, From the madness that abounds. The silence in our Body, Allowed these maddening sounds.  Don't long for normal, Or the good old days. The page has now turned,  As we sat silent in our ways. Paul prayed that all on board,  Would not drown. And none did, but, The ship still went down. Is the Body now just swimming,  For the shore? Are our earthly roots so deep,  That we are pilgrims no more? We may have staggered,  But let us not fall. Let us shakes ourselves,  And remember our call. Samson in his blindness   Still cried out for one last push. As his enemies laughed and mocked, Just before they were crushed.  Our walk is not to change, Regardless the new rules we're given. We were never supposed to fit in, With a world demonically driven!  You see normal isn't coming back, Regardless who the President is. No, normal isn't coming back,  Bu