Never Alone
Writer Author Jerry Lee Kay Sr.
Christian Poetry
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Inspirational
- Fiction No
Weary and worn, I wondered, if there's an end to this nagging pain
My soul was thirsty, craving rain, the blessed latter rain
My Saviour promised to me a comforter, He will my soul sustain.
I feel as though it is slipping away, that power from on high
Slip, slip, slipping away, that power from on high
Slipping away, the power from on high
The prophet called it Latter rain, Oh how I need that rain to come
many of your children O Lord, I'm not the only one
I have fought this fight until I'm tired, feeble and nearly numb.
It seems the darkness, robbed me of thy blessed holy light
I am needing so desperately, my soul, my soul, to ignite
Slip, slip, slipping away, that power from on high
Slipping away, the power from on high.
So I lay my head upon a stone, needing a place to rest
even considered dropping out, I felt so low and distressed
I fell into a tiring troubled sleep, aching in heart and soul
as I run this Holy race I wonder, can I make the final goal
Slip, slip, slipping away, that power from on high
Slipping away, the power from on high.
It seems no matter where I turn, corruption on every hand
Grant my plea O Lord, we need to take a stronger stand
I tossed and turned, and thought of days gone by
I can see them plainly, in my spirits eye
My! My! How I need to hear, a fearless rally cry
Sweet Jesus my Lord, from these feelings set me free
I need to hear you my Lord, receive this humble plea!
Slip slip, slipping away, that power from on high,
Slipping away, the power from on high.
Many hours have now passed, I think sleep may be forthcoming
Then I wondered, is it really sleep, or am I really just succumbing.
Suddenly I feel a gentle refreshing breeze, even in my dismay
if only for a little while, it will bring sleep, and help till a better day.
Wait, what is that I see? A cloud it seems, even in this midnight hour
I see a heavenly light, and this cloud has a shape like a strong tower
Whence comes this bright shining light, this blinding holy light,
I thought it hopeless dark, is there help, for this withering blight?
Such a vivid dream, it seems so powerful and real to me
Look up! Look up! I see ministering Angels, what a jubilee!
Send, Send, Sending down, that power from on high
Sending down, power from on high.
I think not this a dream, for I see Jesus standing beside His throne
He is singing a sweet refrain,"Fear not my child you are not Alone"
The Lord my God is in this place, but somehow I knew it not.
In His sweet song He is saying, "My Love for you I haven't forgot"
I sleep, but my heart waketh; it is the voice of my Beloved!
I raised myself to my knees, and all I could do was moan
"Jesus my Jesus, my sweet Jesus, I should have better known"
Thy word is unto me, the joy and rejoicing of my heart
I am quickened in Spirit as your Love and strength you impart
Send, Send, Sending down, that power from on high
Sending down, power from on high.
Though this barren place be hot, deserted and dry
I shall tarry here, for my Spirit He doth supply
Truly He is my first love, my needs He shan't deny.
It is the voice of my precious Saviour, He is calling to me in the night,
"Come up my son, come up higher, I will lift you above this plight"
And He said unto me, Son of man stand upon thy feet, and I will
speak unto thee.
And the Spirit entered into me when He spake unto me, and set
me upon my feet.
There is no valley too low, no mountain too high, nor place too far
You are the apple of my eye, My love will find you wherever you are
I have been waiting for you to be still and seek my face
this you must do if you want the power to run this race.
And if from thence thou shalt seek the Lord thy God, thou shalt find
if thou seek Him with all thy heart He shall free your troubled mind.
When you are in tribulation, and all these things are come upon thee
even in the latter day, if you pray and turn to thy God,
be obedient unto His voice, peace and joy I will send, this I do decree.
This is the covenant I have made with you, Hold fast the profession
of your faith without wavering; for I am faithful and I have promised
Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down and your feeble knees,
I am the same yesterday, and today, and will be the same tomorrow,
For I have not entered into a holy place made with hands, which are
figures of the true; but into heaven itself, and now I appear in the
presence of God for you.
Send, Send, Sending down, that power from on high
Sending down, power from on high.
Now be strong in Me, and the power of My might! put on the whole
Armour of God, that ye withstand the wiles of the devil, for he
seeks to wear you down, the Lord thy God is still in, complete control
Death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come. Nor height, nor depth, nor any other
creature, shall be able to separate you from the love of God, which is in
Christ Jesus our Lord.
Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence
of reward. For ye have need of patience, that after you have done the
will of God, ye might receive the promise.
Dearly beloved, when I wrote this poem I had hit the bottom and was
spiritually worn out, but instead of going to Him, I just did nothing. I
did not draw back from Him, I just did nothing. Pray for your ministers.
Listen to me,
Even though the night be dark, maybe even darker than ever before,
even though you hear great rumblings and hell has shut every door,
"Your never Alone", power from on high is waiting, your spirit to restore
You may be on the verge of mental collapse; you may be very sick you
may have been abandoned by a husband or wife, or children, you may
have had the church turn its back on you. You may be one that has lost
your job, as many have, I know we live in a time of great upheaval, but
our God is still in charge!
When I finally realized the drought I was going through was because of
me, and not Him, I began to cry out, that's all He was waiting for, our
strength comes from Abba Father, not from ourselves.
Dear one I plead with you, draw closer to Him, For yet a little while, and
He that shall come will come, and will not tarry.
And until that Blessed day, He is still in the refreshing business, for
He is still.....
Send, Send, Sending down, that power from on high.
? Jerry Lee Kay Sr. ? ??
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United States
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