Confessions of an Undisguised Drama Queen

Saturday, August 20, 2005

A Quiet Prayer

As is the undergrowth of the forest, the dim world of decay
So is the nature of my spirit.

As is the tundra of the artics, barren and fallow
So is the song of my soul.

My heart is desolate, my mind blank.
The shadows spread as the vacuum deepens.

As is the flower in winter,
there's nothing to hold on to.

But the innate desire to be sustained clings on,
I seek the strength to be revived.

I look above the imperfection of man,
And turn my hopes to the Mighty One.

In Him, I will find my hope and restoration.
My Jesus never fails.

I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you-- the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

-- Psalms 121

The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and His understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

-- Isaiah 40:28-31

[Time of Confession] 6:51 PM
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