How shall I pray?
Are tears prayers, Lord
Are screams prayers,
or groans
or sighs
or curses?
Can trembling hands be lifted to You,
or clenched fists,
or the cold sweat that trickles down my back
or the cramps that knot my stomach?
Will you accept my prayers, Lord,
my real prayers,
rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life,
and not just the pretty, cut-flower, gracefully arranged
bouquet of words?
Will you accept me Lord,
as I really am,
messed up mixture of glory and grime?
1 comment:
That's a prayer of someone in deep pain..and if we're really honest..we are all in or have been in that same place. I'm glad that person was able to put it in words.
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