2 Corinthians 1:3-5 – “Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also aboundeth by Christ.”
A Voice for the Voiceless
God is calling His Intercessor’s NOT ONLY to cry out on behalf of those who are in bondage, but also to SEE them in the Spirit and HEAR their cry. He is calling us to BE a VOICE for the VOICELESS, who are unable to cry out for themselves. Never has my heart been so broken than in this time of grief, due to my brother Joe’s sudden death at the hand of suicide. You see, I KNOW through firsthand experience the PAIN, TORMENT, and OPPRESSION of the suicidal spirit. It is ONLY by the grace of God AND the power of war faring intercession that I did not take my own life many years ago. Therefore, God is calling all intercessors to the forefront to be A VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS!
Do You See Me?
(Scribed January 9, 2012 travelling back from my brother, Joe’s funeral)
Do you see me as I pass by?
My eyes are dry,
But deep within my soul still cries.
My laughter rings through the halls,
But the curse of sin is still written on my spiritual walls.
Do you see me as I pass by?
Please, don’t believe the lie of hypocritical smiles,
Cuz deep within I want to die
And at my funeral you’ll still be wondering why?
I know how to fit right in with the crowd,
I know how to make you forget I’m even around.
Do you see me as I pass by?
Now you see me.
Now you don’t.
You may miss me,
But I won’t.
Do you hear me crying even as I’m dying?
You talk about love, but I still think you’re lying
That’s how I can drown out your words without even trying.
If you can’t reach me,
You can’t teach me.
I’m spiraling down a deep dark hole
Wishing this Jesus you claim to know
Could really make me whole.
Tag, you’re it!
Catch me if you can,
And teach me how to be a new man.
Do you see me as I pass by?
Then tell me why my soul still cries
And deep within I want to die?
© 2012 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, Use only with permission
