There’s a prayer that carries

Power and weight

Yet uttered is not a word.

 

It’s the anguished pain

That falls from one’s eyes

The prayer of the voiceless heard.

 

It’s a prayer that moves mountains

And touches God’s heart

When empty of pride, only raw.

 

The groanings and sighs

Embedded down deep

That gives the Christ a cause.

 

It’s likened to rain

That drops to the ground

Yet speaks of inner fears.

 

The sound of drops falling

That catch Heaven’s gaze

And moves majestic tears.

 

Such a quiet scream

As one falls, then more

That pierce the soul of God.

 

It’s the cry of His child

He hears in the night

A prayer of tears that call.

 

February 18, 2018

 

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

Romans 8:26