my prayers
rise up to meet You
Lord, God, Creator, Abba
my prayers
ascend with those
of the multitude of saints
like rain in reverse
we drip our needs
our praise
our repentance
to the mercy seat
a stillness in that moment
a moment of relief
the calm and the quiet
within your heartbeat
the rhythm within your flow
is precious and astounding
such a marked difference
from the pulse of the world around us
chaotic, broken, dissonant
in reaching they never attain
in striving they never rest
they run with wild passion
yet the finish line
keeps moving farther away
I swirl my fingers in the dust
knowing I too cannot be an accuser
but I am thankful
humbled and thankful
I found a better race to run
and the heavenly father to give
my prayers
Faithful Lines 