My heart cries out
but shame holds my lips together in silence.
My God who I so desperately long for
must be wearied by my worthlessness
fed up by my selfish sins
drained by my despair.
Isn’t prayer for the perfect?
For the people who confess the slip and stop the slide?
Who turn from trouble and never repeat the stumble?
Perfect I am not.
Perfect...far from my side as I slide in my familiar slipping.
Giving up.
Giving in.
But perfect is Who He Is - Interceding for me.
Hearing the cry of my heart
lifting me from where I have fallen
giving me new mercies every morning.
Wrapping me in grace when I still slip.
Sharing His strength to help me stop.
He loves me unfailing and everlasting.
Every prayer I send Him
wordy or wordless
all together or falling apart
delights His heart.
For I am desperately, simply, seeking Him.
“My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.” (Psalm 84:2 NKJV)
"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning..." (Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV)
"The LORD is close to everyone who calls out to Him, to all who call out to Him sincerely." (Psalm 145:18 CEB)
~Jess Hall
