Prayer When Words Won’t Come


O my Father, I have moments of deep unrest — moments when I know not what to ask by reason of the very excess of my wants.  I have in these hours no words for Thee, no conscious prayers for Thee.  My cry seems purely worldly;  I want only the wings of a dove that I may flee away. Yet all the time Thou hast accepted my unrest as prayer.  Thou hast received the nameless longings of my heart as the intercessions of Thy Spirit.  They are not yet the intercessions of my spirit; I know not what to ask.  But Thou knowest what I ask, O my God.  Thou knowest the name and need which lies beneath my speechless groan……. Thou knowest that because I am made in Thine image I can find rest only in what give rest to Thee; therefore Thou hast counted my unrest unto me for righteousness, and has called my groaning Thy Spirit’s prayer. George Matheson [Scotland/1842-1906]

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