(by Dave, 5-10 min)
My Lord, my God, my Savior, so many I know suffer. Their pain weighs heavy on my heart, and I plead for them. Save them my God from their torment for it is broad and overwhelming.
Some suffer as they fight for life and yearn to remain with the blessed people you gave them. A longing to survive and experience the gifts you provide in this world. They cannot be faulted for wanting to remain in your beautiful world. So wonderful and filled with love is your magnificent creation that none of good health and well mind want to leave.
I know you love them Lord. When you saw the misery of your people in Egypt you said “I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering.” You are a God who cares. A God who sent his only son to rescue us. We know your love and feel it within.
Yet chemotherapy poisons their bodies as they cling to the very existence you created for them. As they retch, shiver and endure pain deep in the core of their body that no medication can relieve, their depression builds. The toxins and radiation shatter their peace and they cry out, where is my God? Where is the Lord who sent his Savior? The Savior who healed so many. Can he not spare one touch for me to ease my pain and vanquish this disease? Where is the God of compassion and power who sacrificed everything for us but has left me to suffer?
My Lord, my God, my Savior, so many I know suffer. Their pain weighs heavy on my heart, and I plead for them.
Some are wounded by the sin of this world. They know persistent heartache that refuses to let go. An evil gift from people who were called to love, but instead abused. Their scars plague their peace as the evil now physically gone emerges again and again invading their minds and perplexing their relationships.
I know you love them Lord. I know you would have them healed on the inside. One conversation with your son. One moment with the perfect. Just one blessed, healing touch of the author of goodness would end their pain.
But still their past haunts. Though they stand steadfastly against it craving to be in your presence, the ghosts of old return. I cry out for them, where are you Lord. Where is the God of love I know so well? Where is the God who crushed sin with mercy? Please my everlasting Father heal your traumatized people.
My Lord, my God, my Savior, so many I know suffer. Their pain weighs heavy on my heart, and I plead for them.
Some are alone. They lived in dedication to the one they loved. People you provided to them in your wisdom. They did as you desired and gave themselves wholly in love. There loving commitment laid them bare against the ravages of loss. Willingly trapped by love, they watched as disease stole dignity from their precious. In torment they saw the life force within their beloved ebb away leaving them beside a casket saying goodbye to the purpose for and love of their life.
I know this is not your desire. You desire life not death. You desire health not sickness. You gave us love to sustain not torment. You want the best for the people you created and those who love you.
Yet still the now lonely hold their heads as memories of a failing life assail them in their private moments. Their tears flow as recollections and loss overwhelm just when they thought their grief had eased. A sobbing that comes on without warning and leaves depression in its wake. And so, I cry out to you Lord. Will you not give them relief? To the God who raised the dead, will you not give one healing touch to the heart of those who stand helpless against the waves of grief that never cease?
My Lord, my God, my Savior, so many I know suffer. Their pain weighs heavy on my heart, and I plead for them.
Some have sinned. Like us all they have sinned, but theirs is one remembered. Their sin forgiven by you, is forgotten by none. It clings to them like dirt that cannot be washed. All the goodness inside produced from genuine repentance is missed by the world. That which really matters in the heart is ignored while the past impedes their stride preventing any meaningful movement to serving you.
You have already forgiven. I know you do not want a life disrupted by a single mistake no greater or lesser than any in your eyes. You gave your son so that a repentant heart need not carry sin into the future. I know that you are the God of forgiveness.
But even so, humans have your mercy in meager portion leaving those who have sinned to suffer unable to serve you in the way they desire and believe you want. I cry out to you God. Can you not move one heart to see past the sin? Will you help your saints find a venue of fulfillment for serving you? A place where they can go each day and say with conviction: “Now I am serving my God using all of my talents”. Having created the universe, can you not move one mind to trade suspicion for trust?
My Lord, my God, my Savior, so many I know suffer. Their pain weighs heavy on my heart, but I have hope. For you have made all things right. No matter the suffering of this life. No matter your decision to intervene or not. No matter the pain that seems to prevail. There is no God but you. For you alone offer hope.
Our rescue is coming and in an instant the suffering will end. Then shall we stand before the author of our salvation, falling on our knees as the peace of forgiveness sweeps over us. The magnitude of the promise realized, a joy like we have never known will be ours. I long for the day when all those who suffer can talk to our precious Jesus face-to-face. When we will see every one of whom I write whole again inside and out. The trauma of this world burned away by the glorious light of God’s forgiveness and love.
I thank you God for your great goodness and plead that maybe just a whisper of it can touch the hearts and minds of those for whom I write and give them peace. In your great mercy God, please heal them.
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