Elijah Cry

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!