a prayer

Father God, the one who pursued me

I repent of my prayerlessness

My carelessness

My discouragement because of flesh.

My pride when I need brokenness.

Too many times I have fallen back on my own devices,

Seeking things, seeking answers, seeking acceptance

I cry out to circumstances

And the more I seek to do

The more I fall away from you.

I use words to manipulate,

To compensate

To demonstrate my own righteousness

I trust my public "spokenness"

While you long for my private brokenness

Holy brokenness of pride

Where grace and mercy reside

Grace that pierced your hands and side.

Brokenness brings self-confidence to dust

And turns my doubting into trust.

Every hurt that I've been through

When I've wondered what to do

Brings me back to faith in You

I find in these days, in my fallen ways

That I'm so far away from what's true

And now my cry is Lord bring me back to You.

Bring me back to my passion

A divine realization,

The days of pure joy in salvation

Bring me back to total trust in your grace

When all I seek is Your holy face.

My trust in self tends to misconstrue

So God bring me back to You.