Prayer

“With what shall I come before the Lord and bow down before the exalted God? Shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old? Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousand rivers of olive oil? Micah 6:6-7

 Lord,

Yet again I find myself

In Your throne room

I have learned that my good deeds

Don’t grant me entrance

My brownie points mean nothing

To You

Jesus is my letter of introduction

The only key that opens the door

Sometimes I come

Empty handed

Not asking You to mend the things

I have broken

I am content simply to sit

To gaze upon You

To watch You and

And feel the thrill of knowing You

I bring only my adoration to

Place before Your throne

Today

My hands are full

My heart aches

So many concerns

Burdens too heavy to hold

Where words refuse to be spoken

Tears spill

You listen

To my heart

You lift me up

And straighten the shoulders

That bear Your yoke

And I am strengthened