Midnight Cry

In silence, my voice could not speak

Yet me heart yearned to be heard, to be understood, to be comforted, to be embraced

Does anyone see? Does anyone care? Does anyone hear me?

My lips formed to say, “Now I lay me down to sleep, If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take”

With no manual or guide my heart learned to pray

The internal warring within lead me to my knees

In the darkness, I whispered and poured out the weariness of my heart

My words were full of gibberish mutterings with sincere inquisitiveness

Show me who you are God!

Reveal yourself to me, let me know you are with me, and speak to me

Yet, as the tears poured out, my internal state begin to change

My hope came alive again, the harden parts began to dissipate

There was no magical wand, and no genie in a bottle

Faith already present became ignited and real permeating my entire being

He met me at the altar, and his Word searched and pierced the deepest parts of me

He met me at my lowest state, a place of ruins, abuse, and trauma that stole my joy away

In the darkest of nights, he heard me, he comforted me, and led me to safety

He hears even the faintest of cries from the sincere heart desperate to know his love

He stands ready to reveal himself

He hears us when we cry on the brightest of days, and on the darkest of nights

How serene is the midnight cry!

A cry of prayer that ascends to his throne, taking flight, and causing matters to shift and truth to be known

 

 

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