May 14


What would God say about me?

I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven. As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he shows us his mercy.
Have mercy on us, Lord , have mercy on us, for we have endured no end of contempt. We have endured no end of ridicule from the arrogant, of contempt from the proud.

There are many Lord wondering, including me, why this nation has become so wicked. What was honored and sacred is now ridiculed and spit upon. This feeling of injustice breaks my heart deeply Lord, my heart breaks because this is how I treated You, Lord Jesus!.

Your power is perfectly made in my weaknesses. Be exalted, Lord, be exalted!