The words of Job taunt me: ”What is my strength, that i should wait? And what is my end, that i should be patient?”
My life is not worth living, but Jesus, Yours is.
What is it in me that You see,
wouldn’t it be for the benefit of everyone when i would be gone?
Can’t You see all the wrong i have done?
My life is not my own, this i know,
You promised to wash me white as snow.
But the exact opposite is what i feel,
the enemy has gotten a hold of me.
To Jesus only i will bow down,
i will finish my race, no one will take my crown.
This is my proclamation.
I’ve been wanting to take my life for 4 years.
But every time i’ve gotten to it, i’ve looked at the Cross once more.
And i see Jesus hanging on the tree, feeling MY pain.
He knows what i’m going through. He carried the pain, so that soon mine will be over.
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Thanks for this. That proclamation fits me well…. Hang in there.