The Power Of A Bended Knee
By George Thurlow
| In the early morning hours Before the break of day, God call His intercessors To come and watch, and pray. He puts upon them burdens Of great intensity, Arousing them to battle With dire urgency. And lays at their disposal All that they would ask, Partnering together To bring a thing to past. Holding back the tide of evil In some foreign land, Opening up the door to freedom By loosening the bands. Intercession for a stranger Or a loved one very dear, For someone facing danger In overwhelming fear. Sending workers to the harvest, Unclenching stingy hands, Provision for a mission Taking a stand. For the lonely soul in prison To repent and see the light, That the perishing and dying Would get their hearts made right. That the hurting and the sickly By faith would grab a hold, Trusting in His Promise Be healed and truly whole. The power of a bended knee Moves the hand of God, Bringing down His Will from heaven To this earthly sod. *This poem was put to music by Diane Fenderson and is featured on her CD Wings of Faith 2010. |
