-Luke 22:31-32
“Behold, Satan hath desired to have you,
that he might sift you as wheat…”
Here in my anguish
my defeat,
I believe He’s won.
I’ve come undone.
Faith lies rumpled
like discarded clothing
at my feet.
The sifting of my soul
nearly complete.
“But I have prayed for thee…”
Could it really be?
A Father’s Son,
a Savior,
on His knees,
in prayer
for me?
“Behold, Satan hath desired to have you,
that he might sift you as wheat…”
Here in my anguish
my defeat,
I believe He’s won.
I’ve come undone.
Faith lies rumpled
like discarded clothing
at my feet.
The sifting of my soul
nearly complete.
“But I have prayed for thee…”
Could it really be?
A Father’s Son,
a Savior,
on His knees,
in prayer
for me?
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