The Lion Roars and I Rise~

Like the drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet,

Like the incessant barking of a neighbor's dog,


     doubt demands my attention,

                                                  drowns out my dreams,

                                                                                     consumes my thoughts.

Like the buzz of a mosquito near my ear,

Like the vibrating bass coming from down the street,

     doubt irritates my peace,

                                               tries my faith,

                                                                                  drives me to my knees,

to the very place where I finally find relief.

Here, bowed low, doubt comes face to face with the Lion of Judah.

Here, truth THUNDERS and ROARS and doubt disappears like a vapor . . . . . .

Once again,

I hear the call of the King of Kings,

I hear the roar of His spirit as it rushes over me,

     filling me,

                        indwelling me,

                                                   equipping me,

                                                                          enabling me.


And I rise,

like an army, heading into battle,

like an eagle, soaring to unseen heights,

like a prayer, ascending to Heaven,

like a child, leaping into His father's arm.

And, I believe~

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