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On the mountain top I cry out for the Lord.
The wind rushes through, the fire burns, the ground shakes, yet still I wait for the whisper in the wind.
Glory You are all around me.
I walk in You and even though I can’t hear Your voice I keep walking towards Your glory.
You give me rest in You, but the world gives me toil for the root of all evil.
The ones I love are crumbling beneath its fist, yet You continue to bless me through all of this.
I don’t know what to do Lord.
I have put stripes on their backs, and the pain I have caused makes me want to give up.
The king of liars throws me in the furnace and I doubt the Son of Man will protect me this time.
Yet your cross still stands to this day.
I look up at it sometimes and I remember Your suffering and pain, and the sin that You conquered that day.
More and more I look at your Cross and remember what Your blood covered, but then I remember what my blood covered hands done have with Your Spirit in me.
I was too weak and too prideful.
I have made my own grave to take rest in.
I pray I won't die here.
I know You are reaching for me Father, but I grasp for You with my eyes closed.
I will pray because sometimes that is all you can do, but I pray because sometimes it is all you need to do.