For every heart whose fooled by old tradition
For melted candlesticks within the sand
For all the bodies broken by religion
I pray you’d be transformed by Jesus’ hand
For motions made to portraits hung by men
For kneeling before altars made of stone
For missing that your God is still your friend
I pray you’d know in Him you aren’t alone
For joyless chants in monotone on Sunday
For clamoring to kiss the golden cross
For returning to your sin as soon as Monday
I pray your heart would break for all the lost
For echos from the footsteps of the priest
For clanging of the coins to buy their grace
For every scripture reading that has ceased
I pray you’d meet our Lord – face to face.
Something I wrote after praying in an orthodox church and watching people come and go for a few hours. The lingering thought was “If only they knew how close you really are, Lord.”
Pray for Armenia
Linds, this is such a haunting expression of what you are seeing and feeling in Armenia. God is giving you such beautiful ways to help us at home understand your heart and all you are experiencing. I love this, love this, love this.
I hear our Great High Priest’s prayer echoed in your words.
Beautiful, Lindsey.
Praying with you and for you.
Fills my heart with joy, Linds. Keep pin pouring out your feelings. Maybe you will write a book one day. Your experiences written down on paper would be a gift to so many.
WOW LINDS. If Jesus were to comment on this blog, I’d think He’d say “DANG I’m proud of you. So perceptive and in tune with my Spirit. You’re a gift and treasure! Keep fighting for my people!!!”
I totally agree, Cyndi. Your “baby” has a gift with writing. She could reach so many people if she wrote a book!
This is beautiful, Lindsey! Art coming through longing, heartache, and trust in God. ??
Wow, so beautiful and true. Love ya, sweet poet!
Beautiful. Thank you for this, we’re standing with you in prayer!