The Winding Maze

We both are weary of the struggle and are feed up with the wandering along the winding maze of unfulfilled properties, and yet we realize that the short fall is on us and that we make our very own personalized mud holes to wallow in. We are feed up with the situation and we are displeased with ourselves because we know that we can do much better than where we currently stand. We feel that the resources of our minds and our insights are buried as surely as if they were covered by the dirt of the grave, and unlike the dead, they are not moving onto a new sphere of life, for the living are confined but those who are asleep are free to move on to life.

God of newness, have mercy on those who are yet alive but who are currently dead inside, and bring peace to those who are sitting on their hands and not knowing whether the answer is truly the answer nor if the question is truly the lie. Give these ones the discernment to know which course is the best one to take and do not allow your sons and your daughters to wallow hopelessly in the endless maze. God of newness, have compassion on those who are lost and send to them an angel of your choosing to lead them out of the dark as you did once before when you sent those ones to lead the man and his family out of the doomed city.

We both know that there is light and life beyond the hamlet of chronic waste where the most active source of adventure is to circle up and down the lanes of the streets and or to sit parked like buzzards waiting for a meal to fall, and yes we realize that the short fall is in ourselves for allowing such a fragile and fleeting life to wander unnourished before the fullness of time. The hope of the nations are in that little boy and that little girl who will contribute to the wealth of the living with plus sums, who will lift themselves up from the crush of sightless animations and stamp a positive name plate on the land.

God of newness look into the eyes of those whose sight is currently dim and enlighten their minds to travel by faith to the promise land as you did once before with the man who answered your call and founded a nation of people in your and his name that are alive even to this very day. God of newness, have mercy on the fool who plunders his or her own worth and settles for the less when you lovingly extend the best to them. Not by counterfeit measures, but by genuine treasures, not my wants nor will, but in all your ways let your praise be heard.