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.
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