God Help Me: "Shut Up"

GOD HELP ME

God help me is my vent. It is where I blow off steam.

It is the place and means I choose to stomp my feet, scream and shout about stick my thumb in mouth over and toss sackcloth and ashes in and over the things of God and the world and its' ways; sometimes people too.

Every Man of God wants to do this; from the Pastor to the Preacher, from the zealot to the saint; but in reality for me; God Help Me is an expectation stated for God and His

people to intervene in some way, because some how, God brought it to me that day, and there was NO WAY for me to do anything about it.

THAT is always my only vent I really have. God you do it because I cannot so in those days and means I cry out:

 

 

 

 

God Help Me

As much as God so loved the World I can understand at times why the world hates those who should know better and don't. 

 

Television Broadcast cause and create such a sensation that pick a topic;

You'll find after it hits the "News"

And/or goes viral,

there wll be a thousand "new" prophets and  Christian Experts shooting off thie mouth and not thier faith

 

 

Where do they come from?

Are we really that Stupid?

 

God Help Me, but I wonder about that.

 

How Dumb Can a Christian Get?

 

Its not that I mind anyone being stupid,

that's thier own choice in an age when you google 31 Flavors of Christianity

and pick and choose your Flavor of the Month.

 

Information Age or Idiot Age I can't decide

God help me but I wonder.

 

That things that torques my jaw and really makes me repent 

is when some numbskull tries to say God did it.

 

God help me, but if God didn't tell you direct.

SHUT UP.

 

We have enough people running around talking for God;

its time people stick with talking to God

and not about Him.

 

God help us.

God help me.

 

 

 

-Michael James Stone-

My Prayer: "Fail"



My Prayer



God
Weariness beseeches your children
Anxiety tears at thier soul
They would fight a thousand battle for you
Run a million miles
but God that hardest thing they cannot do for you
Is fail and fall inot your arms.
O God
How tender the the heart that finds the love you have for the broken hearted
the fallen saint
the humble spirit.
How great is your love for the one who has tried and failed
and failed again and again and again.
O God
Such love
such mercy
such....kindness
I love you.
That is why I love you.
Not for what I succeed in,
but what I fail.

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