"No weapons formed against me"

My Morning Prayer:

Father, fill me with your Holy Spirit more and more and help me to:

1. Gird my waist with truth
2. Put on the breastplate of righteousness
3. Having shod my feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace
4. Above all, help me to take the shield of faith with which I will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one.
5. And to take the helmet of salvation
6. And the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints—and for me, that utterance may be given to me, that I may open my mouth boldly to make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in it I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.
Amen

Pushed to the Limit

Pushed to the limit almost defeated here I stand
Reach out with empty hands trying to catch the sand
But it flows through my fingers as the thought lingers
Of breaking free from being molded as clay
Gods perfecting fashion and the way to His mansion
Leaves me breathless although in sadness I wail
When will it end this maddening ploy of deceit?
Deep in my heart I whisper how can this be as I fall at Your feet
I wont be like them and will keep strong even till Im dead
My grace is sufficient echoes in my throbbing head
I do need Your grace as I share in this bitter bread
Hanging by Your love a fine but powerful thread
In my weakness Your strength shines for all to see
Ill take mens rejection as I lift up your decree
My limits are shifting, Your strength in me growing
Upon new morning in me Your grace flowing
I run back to Your arms and to your anvil
Giving my life up in search for your will
Work in me Father bring forth more fruit
Love, joy, patience, self-control and your renewing truth
I will sing praises inside dim, suffocating mazes
My limits are endless through faith my hope blazes
Holding onto desire in my despair
I cling to You in distress and endless prayer

April 28 & 29, 2008

Copywrited 2009 "Pushed to the Limit"
Márai Sándor: Mennyből az angyal

MENNYBŐL AZ ANGYAL - MENJ SIETVE Az üszkös, fagyos Budapestre.
Oda, ahol az orosz tankok Között hallgatnak a harangok.
Ahol nem csillog a karácsony. Nincsen aranydió a fákon,
Nincs más, csak fagy, didergés, éhség. Mondd el nekik, úgy, hogy megértsék.
Szólj hangosan az éjszakából: Agyal, vigyél hírt a csodáról.
Csattogtasd szaporán a szárnyad, Repülj, suhogj, mert nagyon várnak.
Ne beszélj nekik a világról, Ahol most gyertyafény világol,
Meleg házakban terül asztal, A pap ékes szóval vigasztal,
Selyempapír zizeg, ajándék, Bölcs szó fontolgat, okos szándék.

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