Flaming Arrows

Your burdens you were never meant to wear, my child.

Give them to Me and I will give you arrows instead,

Arrows of prayer.

They are much lighter.

My yoke is easy &

my burden is light.

Prayers.

Flaming arrows shot in the heaven-lies.

That make the mountains move,

And the Earth shake.

That rattle chains of injustice.

That breaks the bonds of those suffocating under their burdens,

To weak to cry out for help.

Your arrows can send their rescue.

Never underestimate the power of prayer.

It is a gift.

It is a weapon.

Yield it well.

 

 

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