Prayer by the River – For Justice, For Strength, For Heaven’s Answer

Father, hear me now.
 By the river, where I lay down my pain, I call upon Your justice.

You saw what they did.
You saw when they plotted in silence.
You saw when they sat in courtrooms and twisted truth,
when they tried to erase not just my case — but my name, my breath, my worth.

And still, I stand.
I may be tired, but I am not finished.

Every time they conspire to strip more from me —
I respond with fire.
Not with vengeance, but with law,
Not with hate, but with holy clarity.

And it is not lost on me that their teams — funded, suited, sharpened by money —
still cannot extinguish the fire of a woman they once called broken.

Isn’t it ironic?
That the one they tried to silence holds the pen of law?
That the one they drove into poverty knows justice more intimately than they ever will?

So I kneel at the water’s edge, not in surrender, but in strategy.
Let this river carry my prayer to Your throne, God — swiftly.
Let Your answer come not in whispers, but in open court, in sealed judgments, in the unraveling of every lie.

I ask not only for justice —
But for revelation.
Let their secrets be made known.
Let every act of deceit collapse under the weight of truth.

And in the silence that follows, let Your voice thunder:

"This daughter is not forgotten. This battle is not hers alone. And this case shall not be struck out — it shall be struck through with victory."

Amen.
So let it be.