More than anything
It cuts and maims
And holds me bound
In pouring out
This one little heart
Giving my all
In love and grace and trust
To then be met
By slicing silence
Is too much for
This yearning heart to bear
Do you, like me, know this slicing pain? Is there a relationship, a community, a work situation, maybe job applications where you have been (repeatedly) met by closed doors or silence? Do you feel a fence being put up to keep you out?
What if this is God inviting us to come inside of His fence? What if this is His hemming in to draw us deeper into His heart for us? A heart that never, ever shuts us out, but only ever invites us to come in to break bread with Him.
Father God, we come before You today, bringing all the situations before You, where we have been met by closed doors and silence. We confess that these silences have hurt our hearts, deeply.
Forgive us, where we have hid this hurt from You and tried to keep going in our own strength and understanding. Oh LORD thank You that You even understand that.
Jesus, thank You that You, like no other, know trauma and pain. Thank You for carrying our trauma and pain on that Cross, to lift its heavy weight off of our shoulders. Oh how we need You to do so.
Father, You know that we struggle to be still. We struggle to trust, because our trust has been broken by man so deeply, even though we know You are not like man.
We know that in our minds, but not in our hearts and our bodies. Father, we invite You to unite our minds, our bodies and our hearts in You and Your wholeness.
Help us to release our tight grip on anything that is harming us. Open our palms to receive Your Word, not of rejection but of welcome here. We are so hungry for Your fresh warm bread. Make us like that little weaned child who trusts You. Teach us to quiet and calm ourself before You.
Uncover and help us to bring forward the free will offering and longings of Your heart here. Clothe us in Your pure white linen of holiness. In Jesus' Name, Amen.LORD, take this emptied heart
And pour in Your fullness
Return me to my first Love
When accusing tongues
Speak shame and press me far away
Where I begin to question
Who I am
Help me to know
Not just in my head
But fully & wholly, who I am
Hold me, each and every broken piece
Safe, in Your whole hands
And place me where You
Would have me be
Be my strength, when I have none
My courage, where lies speak loud
My thoughts, my words and deeds.
That I may
And not away
From Your heart