My Father, with a mere touch of Your compassionate fingertips these dry bones can come to life again. Sweet Jesus, the eternal song lodged in my heart tantalizes the lips of my soul. Let me lament no more the troubles of this life. Rather, let me sing in worshipful praise to my glorious King. Though stones be cast against me, my gaze is fixed heavenward where I find solace in the eternal portal You have opened for me Jesus. Distress does not sever the bond You have forged with me upon the cross. Your voice commands my faith. Your presence instills hope. Your Word is my reminder that these trials are not everlasting. Hell’s mightiest weapons will not break the link of faith I have with You my Savior. Let death’s shadow hit me with all the force it has and there will be no ill effect because death has lost its sting. Lord my justified heart delights in You. Let its rhythm match that of Your infinite love until I keep in step with Your Spirit. Lead me to that place where tears no longer flow, where pain is merely a vapor and sorrow is a distant memory. Let my dry bones not become brittle by shrinking away from Your perpetual touch through the Word of Life. Under the mighty blessing of Romans 8:37-39 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in prayer.
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:37-39, ESV