Broken I am, torn from the shadows of this life. Ghosts from the past, voids of the present, and unfulfilled dreams of the future. I come to you how I am Father, weak, wounded, but not offended. My head is waters, my body a fountain of tears. I pour out my heart before you in every area of brokenness.
I may feel alone, but I am not. Every tear, every drop of my heart that spills upon you, you see it, and you fill your bottles with them. Not one moment of darkness is unseen.
Every person may turn from me, but you Father, you have not abandon me. You will not leave my soul to Sheol. You come to me and light the darkened places of my heart. You play the strings of my heart, the melody of the song you sing over me. Father, you permeate the depths of my soul, you revive me according the words of your song.
I give you my everything Daddy, play your instrument, a song of my life. Heal me, revive me, make me one, as you are one. I am yours.
Jer 9:1, Ps 16:10; 119:25
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