Supplications Of Eight

The lights in the room were dim and the clock on the mantel ticked in time.

Eight precious ladies sat in a tight circle preaching Jesus from heart and mind.

I sat in silence and listened as they read the scripture about how Jesus is the way.

I bowed my head in humility as they gathered around me and began to pray.

Supplications rose toward the heavens as eight tiny voices in prayer did unite.

They anointed me with oil and with hearts sincere laid on me of their hands.

They touched not of fleshes infirmity, but of the very throne of God this night.

I felt the power and love of God surge through this body; I felt presence of God on this weak and humble man.

I thought, though I walk in a valley of darkness; my sight is fixed upon a hill.

A hill which brought deliverance by virtue of the crimson blood spilled.

I prayed along and I agreed; afterwards I wept long into the bitter night.

I began stumble in my little faith, I still felt my pain; I was losing the fight.

It was then that His power came forth like a mighty rushing wind.

My words of fear had come to destroy and take from me this again.

Therefore I must believe, therefore I mustn’t give in to this bequest.

I shall fight this fight with words of life and not those of fearing death.

I shall pray on; I shall continue to believe, I will get my healing and all will see.

J. Allen Wilson © FOUR-EIGHTEEN- TWO THOUSAND & SEVEN

Proverbs 18:21

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Isaiah 53:5

But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.