A Morning Prayer

Steam rising from the cup

My prayers go up, up, up

Sit, silent, a little more

Sip and wait to underscore

What I’m unable to express

The need for change and brokenness

A brokenness to break my pride

A glow-stick ready to be a light

And find a truer path to you

Than muddy roads I’m scraping through

In silence sit to hear You speak

Or take my spirit’s hand to lead

To deeper, harder prayers and truths;

You hear me, God; may I hear You.



 


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