Sweet Jesus,
I’m dreaming of the Day of better things.
I’m dreaming of the day when all this brokenness will be
made whole.
I’m dreaming of the day when all of the pain will be made
new.
I’m dreaming of the day when sin will forever be crushed.
I’m dreaming of the day when all that is fractured will be
finally restored.
Better things Jesus…
No more AIDS, no more fatherless homes, no more genocide, no
more famine.
No more sex -slaves, no more pimps, no more prostitution, no
more pornography.
No more divorce, no more abandonment, no more broken
promises.
No more disease, no more abortions, no more rape.
No more addictions, no more cycles, no more abuse.
No more black eyes, no more bruises, no more cigarette
burns.
No more homelessness, no more social classes, no more
gentrification.
No more gun shots, no more gang violence, no more murder.
No more wayward children, no more prisons, no more funerals.
No more corruption, no more gambling, no more communism.
No more prison camps, no more torture, no more war.
Better things sweet Jesus, I long for better things.
No more believing lies, no more doubting, no more struggling
to surrender.
No more saying we love you when our hearts are so far from
that truth.
No more pretending, no more lies, no more depression.
No more failing to see the beauty, no more blindness to the
glory.
No more pushing away Your hands, no more idolatry, no more
disobedience.
No more loneliness, no more dissatisfaction, no more
numbness.
No more pride, no more selfishness, no more bitterness.
No more arrogant youth, no more debt, no more crumbling
foundations.
No more “I want to’s” becoming “I wish I would have’s.”
Better things, sweet Jesus, we pray and we long for the
better things.
No more need of missionaries, no more unreached people groups, no more need for fasting.
No more beatings, no more imprisonments, no more massacres of Christians.
No more orphans, no more medical clinics.
No more demons, no more temptations, NO MORE SELF.
No more enemy!
We pray for all of the days that we stop remembering there will be better things.
And we pray for all the days we stop believing YOU are the better thing.
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And Jesus said, "Oh you're broken? You're beat up? You're sitting in cycles of sin? Come to Me!
Oh you're failing to walk in victory in that area? Come to Me! Get over here!
Come to Me- all of you who are broken and messed up and needy and get how badly you need a Savior. I am the Rest. I am the Better Thing."
