The story of Nehemiah has been tumbling in my heart…and so I decided to start a project; a project of writing some application thoughts about an entire book of the Bible…one chapter at a time.
Like Nehemiah, I weep; I pray.
What was once glory and splendor
Is wrecked and ruined
only a glimmer of days gone by and
The rubble of broken lives dirties the hem of my skirt.
The deer-caught-in-headlight stare
of the old and weak reveals
a giving up of all that is good,
their children never knowing that these
“dejected ones” were once heroes of faith, valiant in deed.
Without permission from these brokenhearted,
I remind God of His promise
determined to implore, to persuade
to influence and beg if necessary
those who are downcast to look up again.
I rise from my prayer stool,
ask God for success in my journey;
my journey to the city that once was and is no more.
Very well done!
LOVE that you’re doing these reflections poetically. Thank you.
Very nicely done, indeed.
Nice, Kim!
“Without permission from these brokenhearted,
I remind God of His promise…”
that is a beautiful statement of intercessory prayer. thank you.