A Song of Lament
“Oh Lord, I come to pray for all men.
That none may be left as stone by your anger.
Yes, many have trod upon your holy name,
And were set asunder by your mighty sword.
Father, your patience, grace and mercy
Has turned my anger to humility.
Only by your power and glory
Has my soul been redeemed.
Lord, I know You need no one’s help.
But I plead for the power of your mercy.
Cause their weapons to feel as iron from the furnace.
Cause them to become headstones for hatred.
A thousand to my left, ten thousand to my right.
Yes, let them fall, if it be thy will.
But I pray their words of malice become songs of praise;
As they fall to their knees in fear and awe of Thee.
And Lord, when there stands no battle to fight;
When we can find no hate from within;
When your mighty sword has become sheathed once more;
May there stand each and every one, united and praising thy name.
May thy glory never rest.
Amen.”
Pastor Tony D. Scearce
That none may be left as stone by your anger.
Yes, many have trod upon your holy name,
And were set asunder by your mighty sword.
Father, your patience, grace and mercy
Has turned my anger to humility.
Only by your power and glory
Has my soul been redeemed.
Lord, I know You need no one’s help.
But I plead for the power of your mercy.
Cause their weapons to feel as iron from the furnace.
Cause them to become headstones for hatred.
A thousand to my left, ten thousand to my right.
Yes, let them fall, if it be thy will.
But I pray their words of malice become songs of praise;
As they fall to their knees in fear and awe of Thee.
And Lord, when there stands no battle to fight;
When we can find no hate from within;
When your mighty sword has become sheathed once more;
May there stand each and every one, united and praising thy name.
May thy glory never rest.
Amen.”
Pastor Tony D. Scearce
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