Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile

Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand

Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound

Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land

Deliver us, deliver us

Oh Yahweh, hear our cry

And gather us beneath your wings tonight

Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay

These shackles they were made with our own hands

Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give

So Yahweh, break your silence if you can

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

How often I have longed
To gather you beneath my gentle wings

~~Ponder~~

May the Lord bless you and keep you.

The humbly deliverd,

McKenzie

You be You and Me be Me

Mental: I needed this in my day, to remember I am made for more, I have a higher purpose, a greater calling, and all I have to do is "do work". Not your 9 to 5 hum drum work but the work anointed by the One who has called me. I can get so easily wrapped up in someone else's calling that I lose my own, this song always takes me back to it! I hope it blesses you as it has blessed me. It resembles a mental battle, one of dreadful proportions if given the foothold.
Physical: It's freakin' cold! Trying to have a positive attitude about the cold weather but it's really hard when my nose and fingers lose feeling. I anxiously await a first snow and when it arrives the cold will be far more bearable.
Spiritual: You know the desert times, when you feel as though you are trudging through the desolate lands with the Israelites? (Maybe that is just me, maybe it's my desire to be a Jew, who knows.) It is a spiritual hunger for the Almighty to move in amazing ways, which I have belief that He will, it's now a time of preparation for the blessings, the overflow. So I prepare and eagerly await the over flow. I think it's time to venture out of Numbers and into another book of study.

May the Lord bless you and keep you.
McKenzie