I will never forget the evening I was praying with a group of women and tears began to flood me. There was a puddle at my feet when the prayer ended. However, the Lord had shown me something for a precious one in that room…she was in grief. It was a loss….though not a death. She was and is a strong woman of the Lord with a distinct prophetic gift given by the Lord. Yet, tonight the Lord allowed me to weep with one who weeps. It was as if I could also feel her pain. I have noticed over the past year as He keeps teaching me His ways and heart that this has happened to me on several occasions as I walk into a room. While the grief is real in the heart of someone around me…it is truly His own grief. I have said a thousand times that while the joy of the Lord will be our joy and we will share in His pleasures…we shall also share in His sorrows and griefs…if we remain close enough to Him. It’s part of Him dwelling in us. He walks, we walk…He cries, we cry. Today has been a day where He has allowed me to sense His grief…He is a loving Father and Lord who sorrows over His children and the lost-ness of a nation…
The Weeping Willow
Why does thou weep oh willow tree?
For gloomed despair has saddened thee
Yet you are beautiful as beautiful can be
And bring much joy to mine eye pleased.
Does thou too feel the Father’s grief?
His wounded heart when watching sheep?
For we have turned our backs to Thee
And soon He must come stirreth ease.
Do you too see Thy pain that comes
The hurting ones and abusive tongues?
The religiousness that’s covers love
Buried roots of the risen Son.
Oh weeping willow I know thine heart
For Christ is one in Spirit taught
So when He hurts I feel it soon
He has a heart that’s weeping too.
Just as when Christ Jerusalem saw
Broke His heart and tears did fall
We too now do just the same
So I too, willow, weep in His Name..
September 6, 2016
By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
2 We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
3 For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”Psalm 137 1-3
