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ENCOUNTER ME -29/10/2012

The Invincible God!!!
Yet visible in my everyday life.

The unchangeable God!!!
Yet changing every unpleasant situation in my life.

The Most Righteous God!!!
Yet paying for my unrighteousness. 

The Consuming Fire!!!
Yet did not consume me in my faults.

I come before the cross
I come not to count my loss
My shame. My guilt. All gross
I return back to the cross.

Not in my ability
I rather glory in my disabilities
Because that's where you show up
Surprising the strong with the weak

My fears are chasing my faith out of my fragile frame
I desire this. But my heart says that.
Boldness to me is like a mirage.
Why? They say I have grace but I see myself on grass.

They hail me as a hero
I see a loser in the mirror
They say I am exceptional but I think I am ordinarily
Why? They look up to me but I look down on myself.

The God that helped Jabez
I come to the cross
Where my darkness turned to light
Where my shame became my glory
Where my pain became my gain
Where I first met You. 

It's not like before...Where my heart long to swim in worship
It's not like before...When prayer was a a culture
It's not like before...What gives me joy is just fellowship
It's not like before...
It's not like .....
Oh God........For the times I fell sick because I missed a fellowship meeting
It used to be routine. Miss Fellowship=Fall sick! 
But now....missing the gathering of Your people makes no effect.

I come back to the cross. Start a new work in me.
The experience of Patmos.......
Maybe I need the experience of Damascus. Really?
Just give me an encounter oh Lord!
Forgive me for not saying thank You for last week....the Spirit was willing but my flesh didn't allow me.

Thank You! Thank You!! Thank You!!! 
For another chance....Thank You.
For waiting at the cross...Thank You.

Take away from me the attitude of the Pharisees...
I won't continue in sin because of Grace. 
I need Your presence once again. A tangible experience.

Because if I encounter You. 
Through me You will encounter my neighbours. 
Through my neighbours You will encounter my street.
Through my street you will encounter the area.
Through the area You will encounter the community.
Through the community You will encounter the Town.
Through the town You will encounter the City.
Through the City You will encounter the State.
Through the State You will encounter the Region.
Through the region You will encounter the Country.
And My Nigeria will be a better place, nation and home for all seeking rest.

Grant this prayer of change starting from me in Jesus Name. AMEN!!!


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