My spirit lay's troubled within, anxiety has taken hold of it and my thought's have downcast my soul. I call to you my redeemer, my savior. Hear my voice from your throne in heaven. Attend to my cry, do not turn a deaf ear to your sevant, for if you grow quiet, I shall surely die.
Now merciful and gracious God, incline thine ear to my words and hear my plea. I have clung to your promise... and shall continue to cling to it until it comes to pass. For I know that your words are true and pure and in you, there is no deciet.
Therefore I will wait until your word will become true and manifest itself in my life. I will wait until your promise is fulfill, but my Lord I grow tired. Many times I stumble and fall and your promse seems disstant and hard to grasp.
Anxiety takes the place of patience, and frustration the place of long suffering and so there is a battle within me that needs to be quieted.
Nevertheless, my lord I shall cling to your word, for it is my hope and my tomorrow. Lord I ask that you strenghten me each and everyday, that you take hold of my thoughts and purify my mind. I ask Lord that you give me the strenght to endure every trial and temptation. Harden my feet, make them calloused for the walk up ahead.
I shall wait on you Lord, nevertheless i shall wait...If I have not learned patience, teach me patience, and with your lovingkindness and mercy sustain me.
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