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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Thrash the Mountain

 Deborah slowly made her way to the prison,
This was her routine for the past five and a half years.
Struggling to make ends meet,
And free her innocent son.
As painful as it was,
She did not give up hope.
Onwards she continued day in and day out,
Believing God to open, her door of hope.
On her way home one day,
The  priest stopped her and said,
“Deborah tonight before you sleep, I want you to read this verse and pray,
Believe it with all your heart."
She read and reread the verse, and said to herself.
“I know you are able to, Yahweh,
It’s been, too many years now, I am fighting to move this mountain, I cannot do it anymore,
My body, mind and spirit has worn out, help me, please, "
She cried and laid her weary body to sleep.
Early morning she made her way to meet her son as usual,
There was a lot of commotion and cheerful voices, the lawyer was waiting for her with a huge crowd and with a  beaming smile,said,
“Deborah, you did it! ,your constant  perseverance and  petitions  has won the king’s favour, your son is now free by royal decree”!.
Tears of joy flowed down her cheeks,
With a voice constrained with emotion, and pointing her shaking hand, she pointed it upwards,
"It’s not me but HE,!" She sobbed,
She held the worn out paper with the verse and the lawyer read it out loud,
Douay-Rheims Bible: Isaiah 41:15
I have made thee as a new thrashing wain, with teeth like a saw: thou shall thrash the mountains, and break them in pieces: and shalt make the hills as chaff.
"Yes it’s Yahweh, indeed",he agreed.
"Its otherwise impossible  for your son to be suddenly set free.",he said.
And they all rejoiced with her.


  

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