These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
Psalm 42:4
I long to seek the face of the Lord with the multitude
but where are they? where have they all gone?
are there none that understand? Any who seek God?
All have turned aside.
The bride scattered among the wolves
like sheep to be slaughtered
helpless and weak too afraid and mocked by those around them
Who will witness the Lord with me?
Who will cry to the Lord and seek His face with me?
Who will cry over the lost with me?
Let us proclaim a time of fasting and prayer before the Lord
Let us set a time and meet in the courts together earnestly with a pure heart
Today another has decided to leave. What I am I to do?
It is a fire in my bones
it screams..... SACRIFICE
be made a spectacle in the procession of saints as the onlookers observe and laugh.
there is no other way.
