Cry, Cry, Cry

Cry, Cry, Cry....

I was given a devotional to read, on prayer. I was struck

by the fact that were called to not give God

any rest in our crying out to him. In Luke, 18: 1-8, it

talks about a woman who was relentless in her begging to have

justice, a stranger she was, begging to a judge.
Her persistence grants her cry fulfilled.
Jesus goes on then and says, "will not God bring about

justice for His children who cry to Him day and night, and will
He delay long over them?"
It then states also in Isaiah 62, "to not give God

any rest, give Him no peace in our crying out to Him, until He does what
He said he would do in Jerusalem".

I have so long, struggled with my ability to pray many times

because of the crying, I've done before Him. But, in the reading

of these verses, and others, reflecting on the idea that

"the squeaky wheel gets the grease" as they say.....I am still just humbled at the

idea that God calls us to not give Him rest in our pleading

before Him. That there is a fruit to be seen, in faithful persistence.
Think about it.....how much do we like to hear persistence of

someones request, over and over and over....

doesn't it sometimes wear us all out?

And so it is in this grand wonder of His call to us,
to lament in cry's up to Him, that
I write this lamenting as though it was

His lament to us.....to Cry, Cry, Cry....

to Him.

Cry Oh little one, whom I love.

Cry Oh daughter and son, of whom
I have not forgotten.

Cry Oh you, who feel weak,

and seem always to be among the evilsof this world ,
how exasperating they are....

Cry out with loud cry's.

And do not fear being a burden
to Me.....

I have my palm outstretched
beneath your face,

that each tear might be caught as

it falls.

For the scar in my hands hold
each one,
just for you.

Cry before Me, oh son, who've

become overwhelmed with
duty. Cry dear daughter's, you who

are feeling week in your

labors.

Cry my dear passionate ones, who find

all your flesh and being,

saturated with chains of

agony.....for I am in the business

of breaking the bondages

that have made stronghold's over you.

Cry daily, and unceasingly.....in long

felt sadness. Empty out

your sorrows.

I will not turn a deaf ear.

I will not sit as though,
I'm not listening.

For I hear everything.
I see all things.

I have not forgotten you,

you who cry.....continually of
a broken spirit.

Cry out to Me when you feel
I am far away. Hold back nothing

from Me.

Get it off your chest,
where your heart and soul
like one long breaking fence,

piece by piece,
try desperately to stay
strong, in the wind of such storms.

The beams of that cross,
of which I withstood such winds,
stands still today,
in the Power of my Spirit,
which is within you.

Let my Spirit, be your
strong fence, that keeps

all that shall not come in, kept
far....

from you.

Do not stop telling Me,
how you feel.

Be relentless before Me,

with your broken dreams, and the sadness
this brings.

Every morning as the sun shines again,
My heart remembers your
cry's.

Every night that the stars light

up the earth sky,

My Spirit, walks among you,

for you who are crying...

My son,

sits before Me in steadfast

petition, on your

behalf, bringing Me your
every cry.

Though the darkness that you see,
shuts you down,
it does not shut Me down.

I do not slumber or sleep.

When I see your fear,

the blackness that fills

this world..... I

rise above it, and move through it.

I see above that which for you
I know, is so hard to see.

But, do not take the lie,

fed to you by the evil one that says,
I do not care. That I do not listen.

Rather, listen now, to My Spirit speak

with bold truth, that I am always with you.

I always hear.

I am always fighting in battle for your good.

Do not believe what you see so much as
believe that which you do not see.

For the world says,

"I'll believe it when I see it",

But my Kingdom says,
"You will see it when you believe".

believe, and entrust to me,
your unbelief. For I will take all things
that burden you.

I will take them, and use them. You will be,

My reflection.

Radiance will rest

upon your head as the sun.

Closer and closer will you become
one with Me......

that you might

see Me, in your suffering.

For there

is nothing that you go through,

that goes unnoticed by my Spirit.

I will usher in healing.
I will usher in comfort that will
begin your healing.

Your suffering will bring valiancy,
and your valiancy will usher in
more of My Kingdom's face.

Upon the days of your life,
will you be comforted by

the streams of my grace.

I keep and carry, and remember all
your cry's.......and continue even
today, to cry with you.

For I too have cried in my very own,

Gethsemane.

I am not without the
despairing face,
the forsaken place....
of evil.

So do not doubt, what you cannot see.

Rather, believe,
in that which you cannot

see, and you will find
Me there.

My joy will fall
upon you.

It will not be
of circumstance, but despite
circumstance. For when
you return to that which your heart
has always known of Me,
you will get up in the
strength of your youth.

From the mudpies of strife,
you will rise.

You will see Me again,
in this life.

You will see Me again,
in the glory of the life eternal

to come.

Glory to all

the days of my return,
as I will return -
for you.

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