You're a Timothy without a Paul A new breed of prophet You will find your Paul soon You will sit at his feet You have been in the trenches Now you will be the quarterback You will travel the world In the prophetic You will do great things for Jesus Words, words over me I have believed they were yours Abba, Yahweh, was it you? Am I Jeremiah in the cistern? Am I John in the dungeon? After all I have seen, I doubt But I pray it was you That I may bring you glory Use me, live through me That the sherds of my life Would form a fit vessel Still I hope I feel weak, I feel useless My heart condemns me But you are greater than my heart What willingness have, I offer Is it even a mustard seed? I pray it is so There are no Pauls here Out of the depths I cry From the belly of the fish I wail I have run, I confess Father forgive me Jehovah Jireh Provide me a Paul I am willing to be Timothy But not without Paul Stephen Pursell, 9/04 During my years in prison I walked as a christian and thus was the object of much hatred for my ability to love those who are generally rejected by criminally-minded prison culture. My refusal to participate in prison inmate politics and my open demonstrations of love for my christian brothers(and others I reached out to in God's love) from varying racial and cultural backgrounds was feared and hated by men of evil intent. As a result I was physically attacked many times. Since the prison system does not care whether or not one is defending himself against an unprovoked attack and it only seeks to accuse, condemn, punish and abuse I was always thrown in solitary confinement for defending myself. I do not remember specifically but I expect this poem came from one of those passages through solitary confinement due to persecution. But what a blessing to be persecuted for the the Lord and share in hies sufferings! Hallelujah! |  |
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