Groanings

Do these words that I utter Reach through to Your heart, Do they pulse with the life To help them depart From my perilous soul And fall at Your throne? Do they come from my mouth Despairing in tone? Or are they but chants Devoid of my truth Uttered in ritual To onlookers, soothe? Oh heart of mine, hardened, I pray you be honest. Let pride fall and crumble Oh heart, be thou modest. Oh eyes, dried in slumber, I pray you be open. Let tears flow as rivers As I am thus broken. Do these words I can't utter Reach through to You now? These groanings unspeakable Weakness avow? When all my words fail me I know I am heard, I know You have listened, And mercies conferred. So, soul of mine, broken, I pray you let go That I, with my anguish May fall at His throne.