Whispered Prayers by Karen Peck and New River

Whispered Prayers by Karen Peck and New River

"Trial's Cry"

Job

"How I long for the months gone by,

for the days when God watched over me."

(Job 29:2)

Oh, how we long for yesterday, when in the midst of the test and

 trial; we cry for the days of yore

If we could only go back to when the Lord was close, the tears

 were dry, and the pain was no more

The test is a desert so hot and dry, loneliness is our companion

 and a stillness of the hovering heavens

It's a place where we come face to face with our inner being, a

 loudness of our own soul that deafens

Questions plague us, mourning cloaks us, depression seeks to

 overtake us, but our faith offers rebuttal

For every "Why?" our faith grabs hands with our soul and

spirit, and together they form a holy huddle  

It's a war against the flesh so bleeding and torn, seeking to rob

 our belief that Almighty God's still there

Even though we can't see Him, or touch Him; that faith

floods us like an epee, in the throes of a dare

We thought we had lost it in the middle of pain and despair, but

the Word rises up in a fight to the finish

Our own hearts are surprised, when we have no proof that we'll

live, but the hope will not be diminished

The fire shut up in our bones comes to our rescue in times of

war, when God says, "You can only go this far!"

It seems to be the only voice from above that we're sure of, and

it blows in the winds, shoving aside the stars

As we moan in gasping breaths, that we wish we hadn't been

born, the Lord emerges with Lion-like force

He says, "Where were you when I formed the foundation of the

world?" and lists His power, as a matter of course

We're suddenly humbled in arrogance of stature, realizing we're

but "dust," and God's hand's in the matter

It's clear now that it all began with accusations from the cast out

one, the doomed for the Lake of Fire adder

After all, Job's trial lasted only nine months; to everything there

is a season, and a time to every purpose

When we belong to Jesus Christ, our trials are in His realm; we

were bought with His blood, and purchased

Perspective comes into view, and the desert seems to have an

oasis; and it's cancelling our desire for the past

The presence of the Lord has brought a new angle to this test,

and we are enlightened to a new forecast

The times on the wheel only make us stronger, if we hold tight to

the horns of the altar, and refuse the devil a bow

We should know the trial is always about our faith, our stand, our

trust in the Holy One, to whom we vowed

As Jacob wrestled with the angel and wouldn't let him go, so

fierce was the battle, disjointing his thigh

So we must love our Savior, our Lord, through every test and

every "Why," with trust as ever our "Trial's Cry."

(Visit promiselandchurch.net and theexperience238.com.)

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Pastor Kenneth Phillips

He was given 4-6 months to live!

Pastor Kenneth Phillips

No Cancer!  Dr. said he has the blood of an 18 year old!

Thank You, Lord Jesus!

Karen Phillips 

Healed of Leukemia!

Thank You, Lord Jesus!

PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas

Services Sunday 10:30 am and Wednesday 7:15 pm

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Thank you for joining us in worship of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Please send us your prayer requests and if you would like to 

sow seed into holy ground that prays and SEES miracles,

you may give online @ promiselandchurch.net.  God Bless you, 

dear one, and I know that He surely will!

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PromiseLand Church!

We pray; we fast; we believe; we Win!

Many people in our congregation and those we've

prayed for have been healed!

To God be the Glory forever and ever!

Thank You, Lord Jesus!

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"Return To Me!"

"I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned

against heaven and against you.  I am no longer worthy to be called your son;

make me like one of your hired servants.’  So he got up and went to his father.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled

with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and

kissed him.  “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven

and against you.  I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’   “But the

father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him.

Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.  Bring the fattened calf

 and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.  For this son of mine was

dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."

(Luke 15:18-24) 

"I watch you in your hurt and pain," says the Lord,

and I long for your hand in Mine

Your struggles are before My face, I AM your comforter,

 and you are My own design

I wait for you and stand by as you strain to sleep, but

your burdens keep you awake

Don't you know that I love you and I shed my blood

for your heartache, all for your sake

Come unto Me; I was so hurt when you left Me, but I

have never left you nor forsaken you

For you see, I knew one day you would come back; you

would miss, and long for Me too

You are mine; your name is engraved in the scars in

My hands, forever to be known

My creation is My beloved, from Eden's dust, you are

the image of Me, My soul's groan

Have you not wandered too long, and your heart is so

weary, and aching for peace

Let My arms enfold you, wash away your sins, and

bring you a sweet release

Earth is My footstool, and the honest hearts draw My

eyes, to and fro from day to day

As I search for My own, and beckon them to My love,

from their lonely prodigal way

Come home, precious one, the fatted calf awaits, with

My robe of kingly stature

You can fall to your knees and be yourself now; put

aside the wayfaring actor

Let Me fill you with My Spirit, it's the JOY from above, 

and it's the reason why I came

Surrender your heart, and I will wash away your stains, as

 you obey, and are baptized in My name 

For I knew you from the womb; you were chosen to

be mine, a vessel for all to see

My arms are open wide, my child, it's time to rise from

the dust, and "Return To Me."

(promiselandchurch.net and theexperience238.com.)

Pastor Kenneth Phillips

(He's calling for those who have lost their way to 

return to the Lord Jesus Christ!)

PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas

Services Sunday 10:30 am and Wednesday 7:15 pm

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PromiseLand Church has been ongoing for over 46 years, 

loving and reaching out to every Nation with the 

gospel of Jesus Christ.  Send us your prayer needs, and

if you would be so kind as to give a love offering, please

go to promiselandchurch.net and give online.  

Thank You, and May the Lord richly bless you!

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PromiseLand Church!

We're telling all people and all nations 

that Jesus Christ waits for them with 

open arms.  Run to His love!

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of this post.  I will be honored to pray for you!  

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May the Lord bless you and keep you!

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