There has been a deep, empty ache. My heart became an empty drum that I would beat with my fists in frustration. My mind became poisened with lies and sin and death.
But I am captivated by my God. I can't get over Him. I can't hold my anger over Him for long. And I am pursued by my God. The way He moves melts my heart and makes me know who I am and what it's all for.
My enemy attacked me in desperation as my Man started whispering in my ear. The war came, pushed me to the earth. I fought alongside my Warrior 'til I could no longer. I stepped back, and allowed Him, in His jealous love and unmatchable power, to overcome what I could not.
I found this in tramp for the lord (corrie ten boom) It reminded me of this and the war post :)
ReplyDeleteROYAL SCARS (By: Amy Carmichael)
We follow a scarred Captain,
Should we not have scars?
Under His fautless orders
We follow to the wars.
Lest we forget, Lord, when we meet,
Show us Thy hands and feet.
O wounded One most Royal,
Who were set at naught,
Ho trumpets were, no banners
On the field our Captain fought.
When we forget and seek for stars
Show us Thy wounds, Thy scars.