Run The Race

A Perpetual Fountain Of Glory

I have fought the good fight,

I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

2 Timothy 4:7

Write those thing I say to you.  Write and hold back nothing of all I shall say to you.  For I shall speak to you in the darkness and shall make your way a path of light.  I will cry to you out of the confusion around about, and you shall hear My voice and shall know that which I do.  For My way is hidden from the rebellious, and from the disobedient, and from those who seek to walk in their own wisdom.

But look to me, and I will be your beacon in the night, and you will not stumble over the hidden things.  You will walk in a way of victory though turmoil is on either hand, even as Israel marched through the Red Sea on a path My hand hewed out for them.  Yes, it shall be a path of deliverance, and My spirit shall go with you, and you shall carry the glad tidings of deliverance to people who sit in darkness and captivity.

Tarry not for a convenient time.  The moving of the Spirit are never convenient to the interests of the flesh, and I shall engineer your circumstances to confirm My plan and My will. You will glorify me; for My plan for you excels all other ways, and in the center of My will is perpetual fountain of glory.

Do not doubt or hesitate, for I the Lord your God go before you.  You already have My promise that the work I begin I am able to carry through to completion.

Yes, there is already laid up an exceeding weight of glory for those who go through with Me and determine to seize the prize. For I have wealth beyond your fondest dreams to bestow upon those who have left all to follow me.  All the glittering enticements of this transient life are as chaff in comparison, for Gods gifts and calling never waver, and My giving is restricted only by the will and choice of the recipient.

Lord Jesus, I cast myself at Your feet.  Let me bathe them in tears for my feet have been like lead.  They have been weighed down with the cares of this life.  I have been like one in a dream who seeks to run and is held paralyzed.

Set me free, Omnipotent Lord, and make me Your glad and willing bond slave.  Free my feet and make them swift to do your bidding.  Loose my tongue to shout Your praise.  Free my heart to love the lost with the great deep compassion of Jesus Christ.  Free my affections and nail them to your cross! Amen.