Psalm 60 and Psalm 108

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I have been set between two warring factions,

Each is dear to my heart.

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I stand between the two and push each back,

Trying in the physical to do that,

Which only the spiritual can change.

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The anger and violence that explodes is frightening,

It cannot continue – it must not.

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One faction leaves in rage,

Tainting the lives of those left behind.

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I grieve.

I grieve in travail that seemingly,

Cannot be quenched.

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I pray and clean my house,

I pray and stand in faith,

I pray and wait for my miracle,

It is taking so long.

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“Moab is my washpot,” says God,

my thorn, of incestuous birth,

and my cleansing bowl.

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Moab is my washpot,

A chosen outsider that I love,

With all of my heart.

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I long to draw him close,

Yet he has pushed me far away.

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I kneel before God,

Cleansing my past,

Cleansing my generations,

Cleansing the ground on which I stand,

Cleansing the future for my family to come.

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As I prepare a new path,

A new home, a new way,

The heaviness of anger and grief lift.

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When my loved one returns,

Peace will overcome turmoil,

Love will overcome rage.

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There will be much pain to be healed,

There will be times of testing,

Times of patience,

Times of re-washing and cleansing,

Times of reconciliation.

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I bless God for the times that Moab rose up,

For we had a mere existence,

An acceptance of the way things were,

Things that were not right.

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Without Moab, things might never have changed,

Now God can work His will,

In drawing us together,

The way we should have always been,

But couldn’t find the way.

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Thank you God, for the trial of Moab.

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Written 2-8-2001

Tags: Anger, Change, God, Love, Moab, Spirit, Spiritual Warfare, Trial, Violence, War, Washpot, Will