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I weep, I weep, I am sad in my spirit and I am in anguish. Lord wipe my tears away. Lord see my cry for help and redeem my joy from the evil one. Redeem my strength as joy, so that my spirit can rejoice. Fill me with your desire, to see your glory magnified, because of your faithful servant.

  
Servant arise and serve the Lord, when you have done your servitude, then ask, what more shall I do Lord? For then you shall be called-faithful and well pleasing-to your master. Above and beyond, give yourself willingly and with gladness of heart, to the work of the Lord in the earth.


Oh, how my tears have been quenched by your wells of deep love, Agape love. I ravish my deprived and anorexic bosom on your unfailing love. 3 Nails, 1 cross equals 4 given children. Mathematic allegories of a humble God who took the nails that I drove into the tree. Cursed is the one who hangs from a tree. Oh Judas, how I weep for your soul, son of perdition, but oh so that the scripture might be fulfilled. My Lord, my Lord, you too became accursed for my toxic sin. I am guilty, I was a slave ensnared with a slow and painful journey to pay my wages in death. How dare I nail you, oh innocent God to the cross, for my juicy sin, which I enjoyed too much. All too well, every day without remorse. Damn you Joel!  Have you no shame, for you deserve the outer darkness, reserved for Satan and his rebellious Angels, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Surprise, surprise, I awake to the tugging of conviction. You had mercy on me and for the 1st time I could see the light, for you opened my heart to receive the good news. Surprise, surprise, it’s a gift of an eternal weight of glory. Redemption for a sinner like me. Apostle Paul, I’m sorry but you are a better man than me. I am sorry Lord, but you made a mistake! I am the chief sinner. Above and beyond, my sin and shame was my pride and that so with every heartbeat.

Therefore, praises in symphony go out from my heart to your precious blood. The chains are clattering to the ground and now my tears roll down in joy and gratitude of the grace and truth, full of mercy, full of love that saw me-the chief sinner-raised from the way of death and clothed me in a robe of pure white. Hush little baby and cry no more, every burden has been lifted and rejoice for the repentance of God brings glory to his name. My name is written in the book of life; thus my joy is now full and I am forgiven.

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