Unseen Glory

Yes I’m still on a kick I want you to have more I know the sorrow and trouble that plagues your life
My desire is not for frivolous mindlessness but substantial and variable defense newness maximized
On black days when trouble hits you have a birthright that you’re missing and you’re settling for strife
Your heart bears the onslaught of attacks that are already won for you all you need is claim victory

A little one cries I’m sorry I don’t care how old you are you are little children that cry is without equal
I have heard your heart neither I nor God care to hear words that are not real those are for free places
I’m talking about the places where you are bound from long ago hurts they allow no escape you quail
You long to be free the throne of heaven is open but you hold your troubles and press on in the dark

Ministering spirits have no other job or duty but to come to your rescue who denies a child comfort
“A broken and wounded spirit who can know it” or find its depth or understand its pain what remedy?
The spirit of man abides among the unseen where all is open and revealed your help a mighty fortress
All is needed is look the unseen draw bridge will lower in the company of angels the healing will begin

No more fits and disturbing thoughts to beat you a suffer no more healing has been purchased by blood
By stripes from the whip he saw your face of tears it made him steady and strong cruelty vanquished
With unsteady steps you will be lead then you will feel the burden lighten as no other he understood
Your plea is the golden coin of this realm it buys priceless love freedom from sorrow all burdens lifted