Charlotte Brown - Prayer on the Go: A 30 Day Collection of Spiritual Poetry

PRAYER ON THE Go by Charlotte Brown Published by Creation House Press A Charisma Media Company 600 Rinehart Road Lake Mary, Florida 32746 www.charismamedia.com This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any meanselectronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwisewithout prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by United States of America copyright law. Design Director: Justin Evans Cover design by Judith McKittrick-Wright Copyright 2016 by Charlotte Brown All rights reserved. Visit the authors website: www.prayeronthego.com. E-book International Standard Book Number: 978-1-62998-506-0 While the author has made every effort to provide accurate telephone numbers and Internet addresses at the time of publication, neither the publisher nor the author assumes any responsibility for errors or for changes that occur after publication. Contents A Day in the Life of Jesus Christ I want to celebrate starting another new job today. But the stench of rotten, dead, burning flesh keeps getting in my way.

Ah, the air feels so good. But it is the airs aroma that reminds me that we are besieged by evil demons. Maybe tomorrow Ill take a different route at least I will not have to witness the inhumane reign of terror employed by the oppressor who crucifies souls to death. Carpentry I love to do. The construct of my hands reminds me of how God has a master plan. I am about to see if I like this chair.

It sits kind of high. It is for an emperor who thinks he will live and never die. I hear them coming! I can hear the horses galloping! Something happened! People are running, shouting, and scattering. Once again, here it is: the company, the Roman soldiers. They show no mercy. They kick people from their horses, and they thrust them with their swords.

Oh, my God, people dont know which direction they should go toward. Theyre barging into the potters shop. Now they have seized the owner. They rope him and tie him to walk behind the horse. Suddenly, heels click and the horse bolts. Now he is being dragged off through the town, his body leaving a trail of death that is looming, that is waiting.

I must stay focused. Humanity will not always be so brutish, so atrocious. Once again, I must take this road. I will find another way to go tomorrow, so that the stench of death will not overwhelm my subconscious. Yesterday, they met me at the river. I wasnt sure they would.

So many came, so many aching, so many seeking peace of mind. So many dying to live free at this time. I talked to them, encouraged them. And though their oppressor contrives exploitation that perverts their temple, I speak new life into their soul that helps them recognize foremost that there is God, the Creator of the universe. I told them first, No matter what you seek, Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the earth. Even though now life seems filthy, I know years into the future, and even infinity, time will prove my teachings and prophecies.

I reminded them that none of us can speak a beautiful tree to be; that none of us can command the elements to yield to our command, and our desired destiny; and that none of us can fashion a glorious day with the perfect amount of sunshine rays. And none of us can see through a birds eye from Gods magnificent window, the sky; or color the creatures magnificent reds, blues, oranges, and greens; or fathom hidden places on earth of glorious scenes. I sought to heal their trauma as I listened to their cries from fear and disdain of a Romans demise. Many of them had nothing to eat, so we shared the little that we had, and its substance was complete. Father, deliver us from the evil sons of men and, Father, make justice fair again. How long can we endure the agony of unconscionable relationships from an oppressor that only wants to construct edifices for us to worship him, because he feels he is the god in the universe.

They hate me. Because I care for Gods people. I know they suffer. And I want to prove that the love of God is the most powerful energy in the cosmos. They watch for me day and night. They seek me to carry out their plight.

I know this, but I will not give in. For I am a carpenter, from the beginning to the end. Father, I thank Thee. Amen! Matthew 6:914 Lord, deliver our mind that is fastened on the gaze that will lead us through a psychotic maze. Quickly we toil before ones thoughts escape faiths window of opportunity to facilitate. Lets press onward for the depths of deeper so that our destiny becomes the root of wisdom.

Ah, the onslaught of weeds strains our perception as we devote ourselves to the fruit of hates obsession, relinquishing our determination to see the reward of the perseverance we devote to the fertility from our Lord. Now is the time to focus with precision so that the birth of new grace will take us to a greater dimension. We are not lost in our struggle to hone away the suffering that must first be our journey. For we know we must toil, lest we produce Gods fury. For we know that our journey must be spiritual. Toil we must, and never stop building stoic layers of victorious thoughts.

Our destiny we can only imagine, as we nurture our garden as if for a great pageant. Because we know hate cant choke our harvest, we anticipate the splendor of Gods promises. For we are gardeners, and hone away we must, certain that the beauty of our dedication surely awaits us. In Jesuss name, amen! Matthew 13:3643 Father, despite it all, if I can get to the next place I will reach for my spiritual goal, hoping achievement will comfort my soul. And once I have done all that I can do, dear Lord, please dont let me return to a place that is destitute. All is well with my soul because I have made it a place for Jesus to behold.

I pray when I get there, and I pray each day that God Almighty will help all of our strength stay. Lord, we are still a family even though our existence doesnt reflect our destiny. And even in the moments that cascade without material presence it is our love for one another that will endure for all eternity. And with your help, God, again we will thrive. Yes, to return to a place where we not only love deeply, but now we rejoice that our faith in God survived. Alleluia! In Jesuss name I pray, amen! Matthew 6:1921 Lord, take me to Your mansion and its many rooms, where I can truly feel the rapture of Your love in bloom, safely sheltering me in a sacred cocoon! So when I am down and feeling sad, I can go into one of these rooms where You pour out Your love and I am filled with song! Anytime I am feeling tired and my body gets weak, help me to a room where Your love is so deep.

Lord, pour out Your love that soothes my bones until my strength is redeemed so that I am fully restored and my spirit is filled with gleam! Then I will dance a pyrrhic step for the new strength Ive found in my Fathers house where His love abounds. In my Fathers mansion, where the rooms are filled with love and the warmth flows free, deliverance from my carnal being surely awaits me. Finally, to new heights my soul will soar. Thank You, God, that redemption is a sinners reward. In Jesuss name I pray, amen! John 14:17 Father, lift my soul to heights never soared. Give me hope that only I could adore.