I long for you

I long for the Lord
more than sentries long for the dawn
(Psalm 130:6; NLT).

I long for you, Lord,
And for death,
When I will take
My final breath,

Then share, at last,
Your joy and grace,
While gazing on
Your shining face.

I thirst for you, Lord,
And for bliss,
As I await
Your loving kiss,

Then share, at last,
Your peace and light,
While praising you
With all my might.


The dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it
(Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).


I feel so empty

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?
(Psalm 22:1; NIV).

Lord,

I feel so empty
And despairing.
I cannot pray,
But thirst for you in vain.

How can I live
Without your constant presence?
Let me become
Your dwelling-place again.

How can I face each weary day
Without you?
Nothing but dust,
I long for death’s release.

Show me, once more, your light,
And love, and mercy.
Answer my prayers,
And give me your perfect peace.

My peace I give you
(John 14:27; NIV). 

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you,
all whose thoughts are fixed on you
(Isaiah 26:3; NLT).

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You will heal my sickness (#6 of 6 linked prayers)

He will heal us
(Hosea 6:1; NLT).

You will heal my sickness,
My depression, fear, and pain;

You will cleanse my sins, Lord God, 
And give me strength again;

You will ransom me from death,
And give me life anew –

When you call my spirit home,
To reunite with you.

The dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it
(Ecclesiastes 12:7; NIV).


Please heal my sickness (#5 of 6 linked prayers)

He forgives all my sins
and heals all my diseases
(Psalm 103:3; NLT).

Lord,
Please heal my sickness,
My wretchedness,
My pain;

Forgive my sins;
Renew my youth;
Restore my strength again.

Lord,
Please rescue me from death:
Look down from heaven above,

Cut short my anguish;
End my pain;
And crown me with your love.

He redeems me from death
and crowns me with love
(Psalm 103:4; NLT).


You came to earth

I have come that they may have life,
and have it to the full
(John 10:10; NLT).

You came to earth
To teach us how to live,
And love,
And die.

Your Spirit dwells
Within us, Lord,
And helps us
As we try

To speak the truth with love,
Like you,
And do God’s will
Each day,

By taking up our cross
With joy,
And following
Your way.

Then he said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me”
(Luke 9:23; NLT).


In my bones


Truly he has endured our sufferings
(Isaiah 53:4; ABPE).

God is in my bones
As I grow old.
He shares my dwindling energy;
My pain.

God is in my mind
As I forget.
He shares my loss of sharpness;
My regret.

God is in my heart
As I decline.
He shares my growing love;
My inner peace.

God is in my soul
As I face death.
He shares my life –
From birth, to my last breath.

God is love, 

and all who live in love live in God,

and God lives in them
(1 John 4:16; NLT).


At your pleasure

Our lives are in his hands
(Psalm 66:9; NLT).

I live at your pleasure, my Father:
I’m wholly dependent on you.

You give me the breath which sustains me
In all that I think, say and do.

You give me food, water, and shelter;
The riches of land, sea, and sky.

You give me your loving salvation –
And when you say the word, I will die.

The Lord gives both life and death
(1 Samuel 2:6; NLT).


In his hands

All his holy ones are in his hands
(Deuteronomy 33:3; NLT).

God holds us in his loving hands,
No matter how far we stray.
Whatever he sends, he cares for us,
Guiding us through each day.

God holds us in his gentle hands,
No matter how far we roam.
Whatever he sends, he carries us,
Bringing us safely home.

God holds us in his mighty hands,
No matter how great our fear.
Whatever he sends, he comforts us,
For, even in death, he’s near.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me
(Psalm 23:4; KJV).


You’ve made me weary

He hath made me weary
(Job 16:7; KJV). 

Lord,

You’ve made me weary
For reasons of your own.
You’ve swept my former life away.
My health and strength are gone.

And yet, you’ve not forsaken me:
I know your love is deep,
For you bring good from everything,
Whilst I, Lord, wait, and weep.

Please help me to accept my lot,
And say, just like your Son:
If I must drink this bitter cup, Lord God,
Thy will be done. 

At death, you’ll take my body home,
Transforming it again.
Then I will share your joy, with no more weariness
Or pain,

For you will heal my heart and mind,
My soul and spirit, too.
Then I’ll be weary, Lord, no more –
For I will be like you.


He will take our weak mortal bodies
and change them into glorious bodies like his own
(Philippians 3:21; NLT).


Lord (#2 of 2 linked poems)

Come to me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls (Matthew 11:28-9; NKJV).

Lord,
You are 
our wayside shrine,

Our sanctuary,
Our bread, our wine;

Our rest, our strength,
Our life, our breath,

Our resurrection,
after death.

Jesus told her,
“I am the resurrection and the life.
Anyone who believes in me will live,
Even after dying” (John 11:25; NKJV).