Marilynn Lester

Crossing the time zones

Going through barriers

Into a land that

Is covered by prayer.

Into the battle

Joining the action

Into the place that

Was kept from the Son.

Battle lines are drawn.

The Spirit can’t let down.

This is where we see

The other side of prayer.

(Chorus)

The other side of prayer

A battle is raging.

The other side of prayer

Victories are won.

The other side of prayer

Hearts are changing.

The other side of prayer

Is where the work gets done.

On the other side of prayer.

But, coming back home

Hiding deep inside

Turmoil is churning,

Smashing all pride.

A family is breaking,

Alienating a son

A daughter mocking,

A child on the run.

Warriors are on their knees

Prayers are going up

The Spirit is fighting

And He won’t give up.

(Chorus)

The other side of prayer

A battle is raging.

The other side of prayer

Victories are won.

The other side of prayer

Hearts are changing.

The other side of prayer

Is where the work gets done.

On the other side of prayer.

(Bridge)

We can’t see what our prayers can do.

We must have faith

God’s promises are true.

(Chorus)

The other side of prayer

A battle is raging.

The other side of prayer

Victories are won.

The other side of prayer

Hearts are changing.

The other side of prayer

Is where faith’s work gets done.

On the other side of prayer.

2003


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Hello,

I’m Marilynn

God knew me before the world was even created. He planned for me and created me in my mother’s womb. He caused many experiences, past and present, to weave into my life. I can trace my roots as far back as the Mennonites in the Reformation. This rich history makes me the person I am today. And God is still working on me. He will not give up teaching me new things until I see Him in glory.

I invite you to join me on this journey of development.

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In 212 instances out of 250 the most influential person (in an individual’s life) had been a woman. – Eugenia Price, Woman to Woman.