Pray the words of this Lazaroo aloud, from the depths of your grateful soul:
“God handed the Hagrites and all their allies over to them, because they cried out to him during the battle.”
(1 Chronicles 5:20)
Hear my cry, Jesus.
Hear my cry.
I’m in the battle!
The fighting all around me is fierce.
Everywhere I turn, there’s a new attack.
The forces arrayed against me are overwhelming.
My only hope is You.
But when I’m tempted to throw up my hands in surrender
I suddenly remember I’m not alone in this battle.
This is Your battle.
You’re fighting it with me.
The moment I cry out in panic
I realize You never left my side.
So why do I get like this?
It’s because I forget, don’t I?
You’re always with me
I have to cry out
not to get Your attention
not to persuade You to run to my rescue
but to remind myself
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. NIV®. Copyright© 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.