31 July 2012
I lay awake, in open field, I heard thunder in my heart but did not yield. As i witnessed grief of man and wife, I was taken back to an infants life.
I opened oozing, weeping scars, And as i did,I prayed and prayed so very hard.
The words i gave were ones of peace and love, And there it rested, the holy dove, And as it sang it's tune of Grace My prayer, it changed in sound and pace, I galloped through the melodic monologue To be cleansed with meaning served by God.
The pain I had heard, not from their heart. Loves lost from me, my poison dart. The reason for my sorrow so crystal clear, I had finally begun to hear.
The time to remove the lumber from my eye The time to end my living lie From above I watched boy turn to man I gave to God all that I am.
As for the peace I received in tongues of woe, I will cherish and use in faith to sow. –-------------------------------------------------- This was written in response to a week spent under canvass at new wine and something that happened whilst I was there. All week I had very little sleep and something praying on my mind.
I was camped next to one of those large camper vans and one particular evening i was disturbed by the argument that was ensuing from within. The middle aged couple were in such turmoil with each other and it led me to pray for them. Whilst I was praying I was painfully reminded of my childhood and the constant fights I witnessed with own parents - it was usually about money or the lack of it! As I prayed my words changed, unrecognisable and coming out at a million miles an hour. Strangely, I continued and as I did my mind became at peace and a revelation about my own marriage hit me between the eyes. I have never prayed in tongues before but now I find it difficult not to. I know many of you won't accept this but believe me, God does truly move in wonderful ways.
Tongues Of A Saviour • Opuss № I