Category: Intercessory Prayer

Intercessory Prayer: Not by Might Nor by Power, but by your Spirit LORD

Father send your Spirit to chase away every demonic spirit in the land. Send your power to overcome the forces of iniquity & darkness among your people.

Intervene LORD in this nation to turn the hearts of the father to the children and the hearts of the children to the father.

Come and flood this land with your Spirit! Let rivers of truth immerse your people, those you have created; redeemed and marked for redemption.

Arise Father and show your strong arm against leviathan the enemy of our souls.

March forth like the man of war that you are, Yahweh Gibbor and show your strength, O Mighty God of the Armies of Heaven, release your fury upon our enemy, break his neck, stamp on his head and release the captives from the north, south, east and west!

Demand release of those in captivity, reject the sounding trumpet calling them to join Gog and Magog, the enemy in disguise as their deliverer.

Open our eyes, mighty one of Israel!
Shut the mouth of our aggressors!
Destroy the weapons of destruction!
Arm your people with strength, that they may match on in victory.

We are your people, tillers of your land, harvesters of souls; missionaries for your cause, light-bearers unrelenting, Ambassadors of Christ yielding and tireless to bring multitudes into your tabernacle of Praise, glorious to behold.

Not by our might we serve, but by your Spirit LORD…breath on us!

©️12/08/18 DENyamekye

Note: This prayer was inspired as I listened to Tasha Cobbs’
song Not By Might, Not By Power.. Spirit Breath on us” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZT8jqsc8lQ&list=RD5_TOOXRpn8w

Isaiah 54:17 But in that coming day no weapon turned against you will succeed. You will silence every voice raised up to accuse you. These benefits are enjoyed by the servants of the LORD; their vindication will come from me. I, the LORD, have spoken!

Lamentation & Convocation to Intercede:

Reality knocks… in the midst of the Church:

Reality knocks in the midst of the Church, in the house of the Saviour, the great Redeemer.

Who will open the blinds, rub their eyes and see what Reality has dug up and brought to the fore?

Reams of dreams await their unscrolling from hearts, paralysed.

Blind to the blessings ready for the picking, they wallow in self-pity, victimised.

Tending to wounded egos, their worth remains packaged within, enslaved.

Meant to be destiny pursuers, they remain still, crippled.

A quiver with strategies to aim at targets for breakthrough, discarded.

Who will answer the call of Reality at the door? Descend on bended knees and cry for help, extend the arm to mentor, be a friend willing to monitor and tutor ?

Who will listen and answer God’s call to be a solution; His ordained hands and feet for action ?

In the midst of the Church,

in the house of the Saviour,

the great Redeemer

where His people are

as perishing vapour. Reality knocks !

©Dec.2016 Deborah E.Nyamekye

A Lamentation & Convocation to Intercede for healing:

From a world of deceptive twists & turns to God’s Truth

There are many living an alternative life but do not know it, a Jekyll and Hyde existence with perceived relevance but in truth it is a great deception, a farce in a bubble of world tolerance.

World tolerance ’cause its the norm, no more frowned upon, no more questioned. Mankind with his head buried in sand ought to mourn and seek a way out from the sorry state he’s in.

Mind control with its twists and turns is the media’s goal. Campaigners with esoterists and sorcerers conjure schemes to influence and pocket minds in the public sphere.

Where is Truth?

Gone with the wind!

Here now, gone tomorrow;

Naked, but think they are clothed.

Hungry, but proclaim they are satisfied.

The one, sooner or later is a clone of the other in word, thought and deed as the domino effect of half truths, lies and alternative facts take their toll.

The opinions of politicians, godlike celebrities, jo blog are deemed more important than what God has to say!

It is time to mourn.

It is time to weep.

It is time to intercede,

have no recess.

Have no rest in labour for GOD’S TRUTH to abound that it may

become paramount for the healing of man, his family and nation.

©11-May2017DENyamekye

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Tears of Repentance for Revival Rain

Revival of our churches & nations will come only if believers in Christ relentlessly repent and so seek inner personal revival daily. We, members of Christ hold the key to not only church wide but nation/worldwide revival. May our own lives “house” be in order so that we effectively fulfil the great commission according to the will of God and experience a mighty revival “rain” of God’s Spirit. Amen!!

🙏Stepping Up Prayer Room Intercessory Prayer:

Not by Might Nor by Power, but by your Spirit LORD

Father send your Spirit to chase away every demonic spirit in the land. Send your power to overcome the forces of iniquity & darkness among your people.

Intervene LORD in this nation to turn the hearts of the father to the children and the hearts of the children to the father.

Come and flood this land with your Spirit! Let rivers of truth immerse your people, those you have created; redeemed and marked for redemption.

Arise Father and show your strong arm against leviathan the enemy of our souls.

March forth like the man of war that you are, Yahweh Gibbor and show your strength, O Mighty God of the Armies of Heaven, release your fury upon our enemy, break his neck, stamp on his head and release the captives from the North, South East and West.

Demand release of those in captivity, reject the sounding trumpet calling them to join Gog and Magog, the enemy in disguise as their deliverer.

Open our eyes, mighty one of Israel!

Shut the mouth of our aggressors!

Destroy the weapons of destruction!

Arm your people with strength, that they may match on in victory.

We are your people, tillers of your land, harvesters of souls; missionaries for your cause, light-bearers unrelenting, Ambassadors of Christ yielding and tireless to bring multitudes into your tabernacle of Praise, glorious to behold.

Not by our might we serve, but by your Spirit LORD…breath on us!

©️12/08/18 DENyamekye

Note: This prayer was inspired as I listened to Tasha Cobbs’

song Not By Might, Not By Power.. Spirit Breath on us” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZT8jqsc8lQ&list=RD5_TOOXRpn8w

Isaiah 54:17 But in that coming day no weapon turned against you will succeed. You will silence every voice raised up to accuse you. These benefits are enjoyed by the servants of the LORD; their vindication will come from me. I, the LORD, have spoken!

A Godly Plea & Joyful Proclamation:

Father, let it no longer be said…

Father, let it no longer be said

“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.(1)”

Let them of every race and nation be gathered in for your set time is now!

Heaven rejoices when lives put to the test, pass and invest time to labour for the ingathering of many a neighbour.

Father, let it no longer be said

“The LORD hath utterly separated me from his people…Behold, I [am] a dry tree.”(2)

Let them of every race and nation hear your voice and break forth into rhapsodies of praise!

For the Jew and Gentile together are one in Christ and never “a dry tree” but a “well watered garden” drinking from the well of salvation. Out of their bellies flow rivers of living waters for the healing of many a nation.

©80617Deborah E Nyamekye

Quotes (1): Jeremiah 8:20 (2)Isaiah 56:3tt

Scriptural Ref. Isaiah 58:11, John 7:37-39

This will be in my soon to be published book Yahweh Reigns – Inspirational prophetic Christian Poetry Volume 3 (Vol 1 & 2 on Amazon online)

Persistent Prayer “The Lord loves it when we Knock tirelessly”

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The parable of the persistent widow was given to encourage believers in Jesus to always pray and not “faint” or lose heart.

“And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint” (Luke 18:1)

Continuing in prayer always and not losing heart while doing so is demonstrated as persistent or what I call “knocking tirelessly” prayer.

Following this verse, Jesus tells his disciples a parable about a widow who was persistent in her attempt to get what she wanted by “knocking tirelessly” at the door of a judge and she succeeded for the judge opened the door.

The petition or request is of great importance if one is willing to spend time and effort to receive a response to one’s satisfaction. There is also tremendous faith or confidence in the source from whom one expects an answer.

And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him. (1 John 5:14-15 KJV)

This widow in Luke 18 did not know what time the judge would open the door, but she knew that if she did not lose heart and remained steadfast and confident he would eventually open it and meet her need. The judge did open the door and only for the following reasons:

“…Though I fear not God, nor regard man; Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me” (Luke 18:4-5)

If he being unjust finally yielded to the widow’s request how much more would God who is a just judge not answer our prayers? Although we may not know when He will do so, if we persist in addressing the subject of our prayer request with Him, reminding Him about it and telling Him we have faith in Him, He will answer it.

Someone may pose this question “God is not a God who is deaf or forgets so why persistently “knock” or address the subject again and again with Him until we receive an answer, surely it is unnecessary to do this if one has faith?”. In order to answer the question, let’s pose one first as follows: If addressing the subject of our request again and again with him is vain repetition (because he is not deaf or forgetful !) and therefore a sign of disbelief, why would this parable about the persistent widow be narrated by Jesus at all, even beginning with verse 1. 
The reasons why this manner of praying is necessary are as follows:

1)Persistent prayer is also focused prayer. Prayer for a particular thing does not have to be focused or persistent in the manner this aforementioned parable describes, however the parable shows us that persistent prayer is a way of praying which is acceptable to God.

2)It pleases God that His children would pray or converse with Him however many times they desire about what they want or need. He is a Father who cares about His children and wants a continuous relationship which involves communication. A loving Father does not care how often a child asks for something; in fact it enables Father to know how much the child really wants that thing or values it. As only a loving wise Father can, he will grant the request at the right time and in a way which is right for the child.

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 2015

(Pictures of Grenfelll Tower (burning) London, terrorist attacks in Manchester, Westminster,London Bridge and Borough Market)

With tears streaming down our faces we say “how much more tragedy can we bare?”

“How many more shall come our way?”

We have seen human carnage in succession, our trauma deepens day by day as a sore that cannot heal. 

Walking the streets, fulfilling our mission, we are targets for a terrorist’s ambition in what he calls his religious tradition. 

Who can we trust?

Our burnt tower stands as a stark monument to inequality and a mark of injustice.

Burnt ’cause authority heads deemed trustworthy ignored poor residents complaints of safety hazards in their stead. 

Their voices treated as mere clanging cymbals until now when there are injured and some are dead. 

Where can we turn!

Even homes we call safe go up in flames faster than lightening strikes.

When? we cannot even tell. It is what the vulnerable calls frightening.

Beyond our British Isles our wails can be heard, but can escape come from yonder if not from within ? 
Our hearts are broken daily, the shattering sound and scattered pieces spell tragedy.

Across the seas our tears are seen, but even if they turn to blood what can the foreigner do, if no help is found in our land ? 
There is only one we can trust, who hears and sees. He is “our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (1). Futile is life without Him. 

One who saves and raises His voice saying “enough is enough”. One who can melt hearts of steel and open blind eyes to fight for our cause. 

It is to Adonai we yield, to God we kneel and by His Spirit, we raise our voice and wail.He is our only hope and salvation. 

©160617DeborahENyamekye

Quote (1) Psalm 46:1

Psalm 85:7-9

7Shew us thy mercy, O LORD, and grant us thy salvation.

8I will hear what God the LORD will speak: for he will speak peace unto his people, and to his saints: but let them not turn again to folly.

9surely his salvation [is] nigh them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land;

Prophetic Poem of Hope & Salvation “..Them also I must bring…”

Masters of humanism, heralds of atheism self appraise on their mission to take dominion, slander and debase Christ’s glorious kingdom.
A holy indignation wells up inside my entrails, not at such as these but at the architect of man’s disconnect from his maker, the foreman of deceit.

Their maker with His grief filled face wails and calls out to His beloved creation descending in the abyss of deception.

Intercessors have no recess and their warfare is tireless as they see men appearing to advance in self actualisation, but in reality are retreating in the sink hole of self destruction.

Vivid images make them wail the more, these are of men with their conscience seared, their heads bowed sniffing for something, what may I ask? Anything to disprove there is a God, a logic they call wise with acts of stupidity deemed smart. 
Haunted by images before their eyes of men focused on living for the here and now, excited to be leaders in the row about the deity while denying the importance of sanctity. 
Seated in heavenly places they cry out to God for those on a quest to save self, thrive by their own “inner light” and some gurus sagacious might.
The Saviour, Light of the world is on a mission with his prayer warriors in tow, visionaries full of the Spirit’s flow to bring back the captives for he promised:
 “…other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd.” (John 10:16 KJV)

©2017Feb.Deborah E.Nyamekye

Can You Imagine? (Poem)

A Poetic Reflection & Call to Intercession
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Introduction: As we go about our day in the peace and comfort of our lives, let us spare a thought and intercede for those who
– are in war torn areas,
– are displaced from their homes and separated from their families because of no fault of their own.
– have lost loved ones through war
and devastation and are victims of rape and oppression, solely because they happen to be born among a certain community or in a certain nation. Even if you can only imagine as it is not your reality, that in itself is good if it compels you to cry out to God on their behalf. One person lifting up their voice and weeping before the Father for the sake of the suffering makes a difference to lives because this is the will of God.He is a prayer answering God.
 
This poem was inspired by the sight (on the News) of the 5 year old boy Omran covered in mud and blood seated in an ambulance after being rescued from a building that exploded due to an airstrike in war torn Aleppo, Syria.
Can you imagine?
Life in a place of devastation,
bombs flying hither and tither.
Your emotions shattered to smithereens,
as the buildings and lives around
you and knocked down trees.
 
Can you imagine?
Whole families disappearing
’cause of bombing and the
hurling of grenades,
either by death or fleeing homes
in areas declared eery war zones.
 
Can you imagine?
Babes, new born and as young
as five covered in mud,
blood and the wrappings of death,
either for burial or to live as zombies,
along walking dead paths.
 
Can you imagine?
Adults wailing, children
screaming, dogs whimpering.
The earth shaking at the
weight of multitudes fleeing.
The sounds of glass shattering
and buildings exploding.
The sight of bodies assaulted
and raped lying lifeless on
concrete spattered streets.
 
Can you imagine?
The silence of a ghost town
that once was filled with
laughter ’cause of the circus clown,
and people striding at ease
along its well paved streets.
With children playing and
lovers strolling.
 
Can you imagine?
Some can only imagine,
what is another’s reality;
A reality of life torn to shreds
trampled underfoot and
devastated by war and threats.
 
I can only imagine.
 
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 24/08/2016