Vengeance belongs to the Lord

When will you rise up o God, and avenge me? 

How long will you allow me to suffer by the hand of my enemies? 

How much more of their provocation do I have to endure?

When is enough, enough?

And what will it take for the cup of your wrath to overflow before judgement is pronounced? 

For It is written, “vengeance is mine says the Lord..”

Lord, It has been awhile. But you are slow to anger, and your patience is long suffering.

But my soul is already pierced with many sorrows. And my heart is even more overwhelmed by the sorrow of my afflictions. I am weakness. Full of weakness.

This pain runs deep. My heart beats to a dangerous rhythm. My mind feels like it’s being ripped apart. My mouth quivers in fear of my suffering. I often feel suffocated by grief.  It’s like my world is full of pain, causing it to get smaller and smaller, where there’s not enough room for me to breathe. I carry a heavy burden on my soul. My legs tremble to stand. Due to the intense pressure, which weighs me down. 

And the devil mocks me for repeatedly crying out to you, and asking you for help. He works through my enemies to bring about my own destruction. He patiently provokes me, and is determined to cause a negative reaction.

I will not raise the sword. My way does not work, but your way does. You alone can raise the sword. You alone can judge between me and my enemies. And you alone can execute justice.

Let no weapon that is formed against me prosper. Let them not be triumphant in anyway. Let them fall as a consequence of their own doing, and may they mourn the wickedness of their ways.

When they contemplate mischief, feel the pain of thy convictions of the 2 edge sword, which cuts at heart. Giving them discernment to discern the evil of their thoughts and intentions, having inexpressible grief and remorse.  Cutting through the callus of their hearts. Let it be so, where it’s unbearable to live with.

And when they rejoice in their evil, feel thy sting to stop their folly. Let their life be turned to misery to whom inflicts misery. And let them who inflicts pain feel pain. Let them feel it even 10 fold over to stop their infliction. 

For they don’t know what they do nor the evil spirit that inspires them to do wickedly of what they do.