The shadows dance. The shadows laugh. "Victory!" they cry.
The demon Despair runs a pale finger through my hair, whispering of failure.
His brother Regret clutches my ankles, muttering about my mistakes.
Cousins Fear and Depression giggle from the doorway, awaiting their turn.
Loathing, Self-righteousness, and Revenge fling their knives at my back.
"Burn!" they all scream. "Burn! Take your fire and burn yourself and everyone around you!"
My head is bowed as my strength fades.
My heart is heavy with the knowledge of my failure.
My soul is wounded from betrayal, mourning the loss of one whom I called friend.
"Worthless," hiss the shadows in my ear. "Your efforts of kindness are in vain."
Tears find my cheeks as I turn my soul to the Enemy of demons, the One who rules all destinies. I cry for comfort, for hope, for strength. I weep over the loss and my wrongs. I lift my hands in submission not to the demons in this place, but to the God who lives. And I pray for Fire.
The Fire that burns away all impure things.
I pray for Him to burn away all things wrong from me, to give me the pain that declares I am being made new. I pray for Fire.
The Fire that lights up the darkness so the shadows must flee.
I pray for Him to burn the shadows as He promised long ago, to keep them from hurting anyone else. Lord let me be their last taste of human suffering. I pray for Fire.
I raise my voice in song, in worship of He who loves me. I speak words of love to the One who led me to strive in the first place, knowing He will pick me back up again.
I may be down now, but I will rise once more. I may be wounded, but I will heal. Because I know He who sends me eagles' wings. Because I know the Healer who conquered Death, living again.
Begone, shadows. Remove your grip from we who live here and never return. Begone in the Name of Jesus the Risen King! Oppress us no more! Begone!
Lord, I lay me down to sleep, this house is Yours. It belongs to You. I belong to You. You love me and I worship You. I belong to You. Burn me away until only You remain.
The demon Despair runs a pale finger through my hair, whispering of failure.
His brother Regret clutches my ankles, muttering about my mistakes.
Cousins Fear and Depression giggle from the doorway, awaiting their turn.
Loathing, Self-righteousness, and Revenge fling their knives at my back.
"Burn!" they all scream. "Burn! Take your fire and burn yourself and everyone around you!"
My head is bowed as my strength fades.
My heart is heavy with the knowledge of my failure.
My soul is wounded from betrayal, mourning the loss of one whom I called friend.
"Worthless," hiss the shadows in my ear. "Your efforts of kindness are in vain."
Tears find my cheeks as I turn my soul to the Enemy of demons, the One who rules all destinies. I cry for comfort, for hope, for strength. I weep over the loss and my wrongs. I lift my hands in submission not to the demons in this place, but to the God who lives. And I pray for Fire.
The Fire that burns away all impure things.
I pray for Him to burn away all things wrong from me, to give me the pain that declares I am being made new. I pray for Fire.
The Fire that lights up the darkness so the shadows must flee.
I pray for Him to burn the shadows as He promised long ago, to keep them from hurting anyone else. Lord let me be their last taste of human suffering. I pray for Fire.
I raise my voice in song, in worship of He who loves me. I speak words of love to the One who led me to strive in the first place, knowing He will pick me back up again.
I may be down now, but I will rise once more. I may be wounded, but I will heal. Because I know He who sends me eagles' wings. Because I know the Healer who conquered Death, living again.
Begone, shadows. Remove your grip from we who live here and never return. Begone in the Name of Jesus the Risen King! Oppress us no more! Begone!
Lord, I lay me down to sleep, this house is Yours. It belongs to You. I belong to You. You love me and I worship You. I belong to You. Burn me away until only You remain.
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