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