Bless them.
I have been Jonah.
Rotting in the belly of the fish
As long as it took to walk Ninevah,
To share the truth, to wish
They would be punished
While bringing them Good News.
Forgive me, Father.
My tongue, my words, my heart
Has been a bitter cesspool,
And I’ve spewed blessings
While they were still full
Of the stagnant filth
Of resentment and unforgiveness.
Forgive me, Father,
For not looking like You.
I forgive and release any claim.
Bless their endeavors,
Teach them gently,
Lead them by still waters,
As You have done for me.
Show them the benefits of Your favor,
Your presence, Your voice.
Show them how to let You lead,
How to make Your choice.
Love them.
Preserve what they have built.
Bless the work of their hands.
Purify them of their enemies,
Grant the wisdom and strength to stand
Let them forget their sins
And press on toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Let them hit their mark.
I see what You’ve been trying to show me.
Lead on.
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