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God, tonight I'm praying for every person who has been waiting, waiting for healing, waiting for marriage, waiting for a child.
Waiting for a job. Waiting for a breakthrough.
Hannah waited but you gave her Samuel. Elizabeth waited but you gave her John. Simeon waited but you let him see the same. You are the God who remembers. So Lord, don't let their waiting in in tears. Don't let their patience be wasted.
Don't let their hope die here. Turn their crying into laughter. Turn their shame into testimony.
There's a woman who has been sick for years. She's gone from hospital to hospital. The doctors tell her you'll find, but she knows her body is dying. She cries at night, thinking maybe it's a curse, maybe it's spiritual.
But I say to her, you will not die like this. The sickness will disappear. Jesus is the healer. He will remember you.
There's a man with pain in his chest. He works in fear every day. But God says, "I am still the good doctor. You will live and not die. Your tomorrow will not end in tears.
Don't let my waiting in tears. Turn my sorrow into songs I'll sing for years. Hold my hands when my hope is weak. Jesus, don't let my way in in tears.
Oh, there's someone who cannot sleep at night. Bad dreams chase them every night. They feel witchcraft pressing them down. They wake up sweating, crying. When will this end? Listen, Jesus breaks every chain. Those dreams will not control you. Those curses will not destroy you. The same God who set Mary Magdalene free will set you free.
There's someone who was about to rejoice, but disappointment came. At the edge of blessing, the door shuts. You feel cursed. You feel forgotten. But hear this. Delay is not denied. Your breakthrough will not be stolen. Your tomorrow will not end in tears.
Don't let my waiting in Jesus. Even in the night, let your morning appear. I've been faithful. I've been holding on. Don't let my waiting in tears.
Oh, there's a man who looks dirty. His clothes torn, his shoes broken. People avoid him on the street. They call him a bed. They treat him like he's invisible. But God says, "I lift the poor from the dust. I set them among princes. One day the table will turn. The same people who mocked him will see him clothed in honor.
There's a mother abandoned by her children. She feeds others, but no one feeds her. She cries alone, but God sees. He will comfort her. He will not let her in in shame.
There are young men and women searching for work. Doors keep closing. But I declare in the name of Jesus, the door will open. Your name will be remembered. Your waiting will not end in tears.
Jesus, don't let my waiting in. Jesus, wipe away the pain remove the every chain that held me near. Jesus, don't let my waiting in fears.
Oh, to the one with cancer. God will heal you. To the one with stroke, you will walk again. To the one with HIV, your mouth will testify that God kept you alive. To the one with depression, light will shine in your darkness. To the one who helped others but now is forgotten. God will remember you like Mori. You will be lifted again to the one betrayed who lost everything you built. You will rebuild with stronger hands. Your story will be greater than before. to the one at the edge of giving up. Don't do it. Your waiting is not wasted. Joy is coming in the morning.
Tonight I'm praying for every person who has been waiting. Waiting for healing. Waiting for marriage. Waiting for a child. Waiting for a job. Waiting for a breakthrough. Hannah waited but you gave her Samuel. Elizabeth waited but you gave her John. Simeon waited but you let him see the savior. You are the God who remembers. So Lord, don't let their waiting in tears. Don't let their patience be wasted. Don't let their hope die here. Turn their crying into laughter. turn that shame into testimony.
There's a woman who has been sick for years. She's gone from hospital to hospital. The doctors tell her you're fine, but she knows her body is dying. She cries at night, thinking maybe it's a curse. Maybe it's spiritual, but I say to her, you will not die like this. The sickness will disappear. Jesus is the healer. He will remember you.
There's a man with pain in his chest. He works in fear every day. But God says I am still the good doctor. You will live and not die. Your tomorrow will not end in tears.
Don't let my waiting in tears. Turn my sorrow into songs I'll sing for years. Hold my hands when my hope is weak. Jesus, don't let my waiting in in tears.
Oh, there's someone who cannot sleep at night. Bad dreams chase them every night. They feel witchcraft pressing them down. They wake up sweating, crying, "When will this end?" Listen, Jesus breaks every chain. Those dreams will not control you. Those curses will not destroy you. The same God who set Mary Magdalene free will set you free.
Oh, there's someone who was about to rejoice, but disappointment came at the edge of blessing. The door shut. You feel cursed. You feel forgotten. But hear this. Delay is not denial. Your breakthrough will not be stolen. Your tomorrow will not end in tears.
Don't let my way in tears. Even in the night, let your morning appear. I've been faithful. I've been holding on. Don't let my waiting in tears.
Oh, there's a man who looks dirty. His clothes torn, his shoes broken. People avoid him on the street. They call him a beggar. They treat him like he's invisible. But God says, "I lift the poor from the dust. I set them among princes. One day the table will turn. The same people who mocked him will see him clothed in.
There's a mother abandoned by her children. She feeds others, but no one feeds her. She cries alone, but God sees he will comfort her. He will not let her end in shame.
There are young men and women searching for work. Doors keep closing, but I declare in the name of Jesus, the door will open. Your name will be remembered. Your waiting will not end in tears.
Jesus, don't let my waiting in tears. Wipe away the pain. Remove the years. Every shame that held me here. Don't let my waiting in tears.
Oh, to the one with cancer, God will heal you. To the one with stroke, you will walk again. To the one with HIV, your mouth will testify that God kept you alive. To the one with depression, light will shine in your darkness. To the one who helped others but now is forgotten. God will remember you like Mori. You will be lifted again. To the one betrayed, who lost everything you built, you will rebuild with stronger hands. Your story will be greater than before. To the one at the edge of giving up, don't do it. Your waiting is not wasted. Joy is coming in the morning.
Jesus, don't let my waiting in. Jesus, you are the God who calms my fear. Jesus, from ashes, you can raise a crown. Jesus, don't let my waiting in.
Lord, for every person listening, don't let their waiting end in tears. Don't let their pain bury their future. Don't let their sickness ride their last chapter. Don't let poverty silence their voice. Don't let rejection kill their hope. You are the God who turns morning into dancing. So turn it around, Jesus. Let their waiting and enjoy. Let their tomorrow shine. Let their mouths be filled with testimony. Love Jesus.
Don't let my weight wait in Jesus. They wait in Jesus. They wait in Jesus. They wait in Jesus. Don't let my waiting in.