From
on high You looked down, what You saw caused You fierce pain
It
brought tears to Your eyes, tears that form a river as they flow down
Your face
A
river that formed an ocean upon the sea of glass, that lay at Your
feet
The
great rumblings and peals of thunder, could not drown out Your cries
of anguish
For
what You saw broke Your heart, from its very depth pain exploded
You
saw the oppression of the poor and needy, You saw the abuse they
received
You
heard the cry of the unborn life as it was ripped from its mothers
womb,
You
saw the child as he was taken from her mothers arms and sold into
the arms of pleasure
You
heard the cries of the forgotten, overlooked, and unwanted, a cry
that deafened Your ears
Your
beloved needed deliverance, they needed rescued, the oppression must
come to an end.
You
looked down from on high, and what you saw brought a smile to your
face
You
saw him standing there with staff in hand, watchful as a hawk over
his flock
You
looked in his heart and what You saw brought great joy,
You
saw his strengths, You saw his weaknesses, You saw him for who he is
What
you saw brought a smile to Your lips, and laughter to Your heart.
You
said to yourself this is what I need, he is the one I want, I will
use him
With
him I can do mighty deeds, through him I can change a nation
He is
bold, courageous, and strong, he can rescue my people, he will end
the oppression
He is
humble, caring, and obedient, his heart is mine, I will speak through
him
For I
saw the oppressed, I feel their pain, I have not forgotten them, I
will not abandon them.
Through
one humble shepherd, you delivered the poor and needy from oppression
Through
him You brought protection to the unborn, and returned the child to
arms of love
Through
one heart, through one voice, You made a difference, You changed
lives
You did not have to change Your deliverer, you used him as he was, for
who he is
You
do not call the perfect, but the imperfect, You use us as we are, for
who we are
Father,
no longer will I believe I have nothing to give, for I have much to
offer
No
longer will I hide behind fear of failure, fear of imperfection, for
You perfect me
You
created me with gifts, and talents, You created me in your image
You desire to use me, to use me as You used the Shepherd, You can use
me as I am
Father,
use me as You desire, I commit myself to your will.
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