Word for ANONYMOUS c/o HEATHER prayerpartner

As I prayed for you and lifted you up to God, my heart wept for you and your situation. But I felt that God wanted you to know that He is faithful and will not let you down--He may not always answer our prayers in the way we expect, but He has heard your cries and longs to meet with you and bring you his peace. I also feel that He wants to fill you to overflowing with the power of the Holy Spirit, because it is the Holy Spirit that will bring you comfort and strength. Jesus promised his disciples that the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, would come to them after He had gone, and I believe that God wants you to ask him to fill you with the power of the Holy Spirit, not only to comfort you, but also that you will be a witness to His power. I felt that Psalms 42 and 43 were for you specifically to read and pray that God will speak to you through them. I also felt that He wanted me to share this poem with you for your encouragement. God bless you!


GOD KNOWS AND UNDERSTANDS



"Help me!"

An inner voice

Cries out in agony.

Yet no one hears.

No one seems to care.



My soul sinks,

Oppressed by an overwhelming burden.

There is no peace, no joy

Anywhere in my heart.

All is barrenness and despair.

"My God, why have you forsaken me?"



"Have you forgotten My promise, My child?

Have I not said

I will never leave you or forsake you?

Have you forgotten Me so soon?

Your suffering is My suffering.

Your pain My pain.



I am here, My child.

I have trodden the lonely path of fear,

Have felt the whip and the cruel crown of thorns.

I have known the darkness of hell

And the mocking laugh of the evil one

As I died, alone and forsaken --

And yet you say I do not understand?



Listen, My child.

It was for you I suffered thus.

Open your eyes and see Me,

Hands outstretched in love,

Pierced by cruel nails for you,

Standing close by your side as you cry.



Come, take My Hand; feel the nail holes.

Put your hand in My side.

I am not dead, but living!

I know your fears, your worries, your ills --

Can you not trust Me?

Child, you are Mine, and none can pluck

My beloved from My Hands!



I bled for you,

I died for you,

All because I love you.

Let Me lead you to a place of still waters.

There feed on Me and find rest for your soul.

Be no longer doubting, but believe

And rest."