A Prayer of Thanks (Thoughts)

PRAYER OF THANKS

Let not the prodigal son be vexed, let him express
Lord do whatever it takes, but save me
Yes Peter how hard for a righteous man to be saved
If you must make me unrighteous so I can appreciate.
Praise God o my soul praise him in the darkest night
I lift up my thoughts unto him from the earth below
I lift my burdens to hear sweet songs above, ahhh
water fills me down like a stream flowing with passion
The enemy comes here and there and circles me around
I stand my ground
Blessed be the father that keepeth his own, that loveth
his children sing for joy. Selah

My spirit is high within me and burning slow with fire
and joy filleth my soul when you arrive in glory
but my flesh is torment to me, torment I say, shed it
O cursed is my nature, terrible is the pain.
The thing I desire I do not
The thing I do not I desire, let incense climb to heaven
who shall rescue me, who, except the almighty king. Selah
I fall a thousand times but lo a thousand times rise

O my soul be strong and rest in the lord
surely he has dealt kindly with thee from year to year
Let me reason with you o my soul, let me judge the matter
Let me take myself to court in the assembly of angels
Let me pronounce myself guilty and sentenced to death
If I walk not in the ways of thy admonishons.

Temptations are many and my heart is greedy
still I give thanks to thee for life and health
and spiritual wealth, for food and shelter and material
Lo I rise in the morning to hear thy voice descend
such tender comforting noise you send
such reassuring love I hear
thy warm hug covers my face, I am without breath, strenght


My soul loveth when you come in the morning early
down to greet and my spirit exciteth in your presence near
How sweet is thy presence within, how tender thy warm embrace

I took my vows before thee as a child
my marriage to thee is ordained by the holy spirit
I shall not walk away from thee so easily
the enemy shall not consume me without a fight
I will not fall unto the last blow for blow

The seducing women shall not steal my heart from thee so readily
I shall not visit them like many men do
I shall not be brought down low
I shall keep my honour for thy name sake and my love
Lest I lose my light and crown and be blame
O some women hate me, why, thy holy spirit is in me
They see something different in me, they fear


Then multiply my goods and bless my hands and the works
of my labor
Exalt me for long have I humbled myself. Add to me for
the efforts of my sweat
For I keep thy marriage and I stand alone
And I fight that good fight, even of faith
And I endure much forevermore. Selah.

I give thanks though the journey be slow and the road
be rockyand turbulent and my spirit slugs lazily
cut this out of me I plead and renew my energies
Quicken me like on the day of thy holy visitation
when I heard thy voice and conversed with thee


Lord who am I? Since when have I been special to thee
Since when do you love me, since when do you call me
by my name, Mutabazi,Mutabazi.
What do you see in me, I cry tears of joy
Remind me of thy mercies and love, open my eyes
and let me see thy watchful care
Since when lord?
Since when have I been set aside and called

Thy love is more than any woman can offer
though they be tempting to the eye and tricky
with the tongue and evil with the walk
I shall remain blameless

Still would you be so kind to show me a sign
Ive been searching and its so hard to find decent values

Maybe its my mind, maybe im blind
Maybe its the way that ive been spending my time
Now is the time to speak lord
Thy servant has spoken, hear me
Do not remain silent for long
Do not hide thy mysteries from me
Many questions I have. I wait

Hear this, I feared thy name since the day I believed

even from childhood

And think twice to break thy law

from a child I dreamt dreams but kept my tongue

My eyes see but I kept my tongue

my mouth be shut up like a cage even from a child

Before I knew myself I wondered of you

the mysteries of thy name

Ive always been with thee forever. Selah

In dreams you warn me of danger I avoid it 

you trouble my spirit from time to time, I cannot escape

As a young man I hear thy voice now and then

And feel thy spirit take me over.

who shall listen to my testimony

who shall receive what I say

Who shall believe the things I heard

Surely they shall lock me up and throw the keys

and sentence me to much medications

who will see what I see, its a waste.

Do not send me for I cannot do it.

But you say, I love you, remember me always

But you say, be a good christian and be ready

I say, ready for what?

You say The end of the world

No matter what happens be ready

I say what will happen?

But you keep your silence.This I cant understand.

Something terrible is in the future, some not good

Something fearful is about to take place

For lo I sense danger and lo I smell blood

And lo there is trouble

but you say Be ready

But you tell me not what is to come

I ask thee what is to come!

You keep your silence. Why?

Shall they not say is this not the son of so

or the elder brother of so and so

Do they not see that I am not of this land, but another

And my name is it not peculiar to the ear

and burdensome to the tongue
Look I am rear and few in number
And others like me and are

Am I not a firstborn?Am I not a left hander?

Still even still I am of value to you

Are not my brothers the authors of the Book?
Is the book not poetry?
Are the writers not inspired?
For yes, the whole book is poetry

And the language is deep things
And the word is eaten too seriously 

but not serious enough.

Fot the text is misinterpreted as poetry usually is
And deep things destroy and build the same
And the weapon misleads and employs evil agenda
And many do get killed.

Yet who shall see what I am?

Look, though I be a left hander and destined for evil

thy love has bought me

though my nature be sinister you purchased me

For truly I tell no lie, the curse of the left hander dwells on me

though I be harmless like a bird, I am a danger
my trouble is my left hand and my gift  the same
and my enemy is the mirror two sides within.

And though I use the left hand I conceal my dagger

Like Eglon nobody will suspect my stealth

For my true path you shield from me, even the ways of evil

Even my violent rage and sudden temper

Who shall suspect the quiet man

Still you know all my ways and smile on me

I give thee thanks

that thy grace is a sorrowful pain mixed with sweet scent

thy grace is like a cool drink of water

like the rainfall after a scourging heat

Like a calm day with quiet rest

I love remembering thy grace forevermore. Selah.

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