Jesus, I’m bringing you everything I have right now.
I know it isn’t much.
It’s all I could scrape together
in these long evenings
after longer days
before even longer tomorrows.
I'm out of energy
and I need you more than ever.
I don’t remember how I got here.
The wind washed away my tracks in the sand.
Fog blanketed the cracking earth.
I can’t tell which way north is anymore.
Jesus, please make Your Word the light to my feet
You have promised it will be.
I am not apathetic to this broken world; I am exhausted.
Give me strength
and break my heart for what breaks yours.
I am not bitter in this foreign land; I am dry.
Give me the water from your fountain,
which will never drain.
I am not faithless in these faithless days;
I am spent.
Return to me the joy
and the miracle of my salvation.
Oh, Maker of the stars,
Everlasting Father who put eternity in our hearts—
nourish my body like bread,
nourish my spirit like art,
and fill my chest with wonderment.
Meet me underneath my Broom Tree,
I want to hear your voice again.
Let it seep into these parched places of my body.
Let it nestle into the hollows of my soul.
Let me rest under the shelter of your wings,
And let me finally find the strength
to journey where you’ll have me go.
I don’t want the right words to say
or the right rituals to perform
or the right feelings to feel
or the right words to learn;
I want only You.
With faith as small as a mustard seed,
that you promise is enough,
I rest in Your assurance today.