Too much, Lord.
This is too much.
The suffering seems endless.
This darkness will never end.
I am beaten down.
I do not want to continue fighting.
My words make no difference in the
Callousness of their hearts.
Self is proclaimed and worshiped.
Brothers are uncared for.
I want to serve you.
No one cares.
My words are ignored.
Those around me seem not to care about
Praising your name.
My heart cries out for your loving mercy!
How long will you leave them to rebel in
Sin and ignorance?
Come rescue your people.
Deliver us from ourselves
That your name may be known and praised forever.
Send me out beyond my own power.
I am willing to be used this very hour.
How can you use me? What is my task?
Help me ready for whatever you ask.
I do not want to go forth in only my name
But, in the name of Jesus wholly
And the One from whom He came.
Through you, I am made holy,
A vessel for you, your honor, and
For your glory.
Whom should I engage?
Where should I go?
How can I help write your beautiful story?
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