War Cry of the Abandoned

We
are an abandoned generation. Our parents didn’t want to deal with us so they
put us on drugs. They didn’t like how we were acting so they sent us to
councilors to be figured out and analyzed. They didn’t want to discipline us
because, quite frankly, they didn’t have the skill. They didn’t show us love
because their own lives were more important. They didn’t want to give us
guidance because they were too busy trying to untangle the mess that their own
lives were in.
I’m
not trying to attach blame, but I am asking for a little mercy. If we were
going to accurately pinpoint the responsible party, we would have to go back
pretty far and gather before two people with a stupid piece of fruit in their
hands. And, do you know who they would
have pointed to? A snake. A liar. A murderer and deceiver. The hater of all
haters. That’s right, I’m talking about YOU Satan. It’s YOUR fault.
So,
to my generation I say let the buck stop here. Turn your blades and bullets
from each other, and turn them on the true enemy. Stop blaming one another and
fearing one another. The author of your pain is hiding behind the person you
blame.
I’m
calling for a revolution. I’m calling out to those who hurt more than anything.
Look around you. Who put your life in shambles? Who lied to you and told you
that was the way to go? Get up. Gather yourself and change allegiance to the
one whose been fighting the one who’s been fighting you.
God
did not abandon you. He has still not abandoned this generation. I still
believe that he can bring out the greatest believers, followers, teachers,
prophets, dreamers, and healers from this generation. That’s right, us. You and
me.
I
was once where you are. I was once dying and dead, and the world around me
walked by not seeing the knife stuck in my back. But I fell before a loving
father who wept over my wounds as he tended to me with a surgeons skill and
healed me from top to bottom. He’s still doing it, but with every step forward
I become stronger and more dangerous to the one that was once a danger to me.
Get
up and fight with me! This is our battle cry, “For Christ and His kingdom!”
Satan,
I have a mission, and it’s to rip as much power and influence from your hands
as I can until the day I die. I will fight for those you have wounded. I will
speak tender truth to those you have lied to. I see you for who you are,
because the one who knows you best lives in me, and he is sick and tired of
this. I will fight because He fights. I will win because He has won. I’m
calling you out. I’m challenging you. Everything you throw at me He turns on
you. Everything you do to me is turned and I see it for what it is. I might go
down, but I will go down fighting, and I will gather the people of my father
with me, and I will teach them as He has taught me. When I am gone, there will
be a hundred to replace me and with each one of them, a thousand to replace
them. The fire of the Lord Almighty burns inside me. I will meet you on the
front lines, and those of my generation that you thought were down and out will
join me. We are coming.
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