O Saviour of my life,
Will you meet me in my death?
O Deliverer of my hope,
Will you free me in my peril?
O Healer of my soul,
Will you cure all my disease?
When I cry, shedding tears
Do you taste my bitterness?
When I strive, struggling to survive
Do you stand by and offer your hand?
When I give up, with shattered dreams
Do you pick up all the pieces?
O Listener of all my prayers,
In silence and thunders I wait for your answer.
O Comforter of my broken heart,
In lonely night I search for your solace.
O Helper of my weakened strength,
In unbearable burden I seek your relief.
O Maker of heavens and earth,
May I call you my God?
Even if I never know your name,
Even if I’ve done some shameful things,
Even if I betrayed you and ran away once.
But will you forgive me for all my wrongs?
Will you help me when I reach toward you with my tiny hands?
Will you grant me peace even though we battled all our lives?
People say you set the rules,
But I know you truly love.
When others judge my covers,
You attend my heart and mind.
When my road leads into dark storms,
You will light up my eyesight.
When I fall on hard ground,
You will lift me up to rise.
When I face hardship and scorn,
We will together share our portion.
When I suffer in a hopeless sickbed,
We will together battle in each breath.
When I’m lost alone and lingering,
You will be with me, and guide me home.
One day I’ll die and depart,
But I truly believe
You will lift me up.
O God, our Saviour, listen to our prayer.
Fill our hunger, heal our sickness,
Comfort our souls.
If you wish not to answer,
Then please wait for us,
Because we are about to shut our eyes.
— Laijon Liu, edited by Mary Fairchild
[PRAYER: http://poemprayer.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-to-my-suffering-god.html%5D
[PHOTO by Wmpearl of a painting by Alexej von Jawlensky (1865–1941) entitled Savior’s Faces. In Public Domain and on Wikimedia Commons.]
I needed this prayer today. It is a very bad day since it is the one year anniversary of Tate’s death (John Paul’s friend). Thanks.
Searching my heart today and could’nt find the word…opened my E-Mail and there it was just what I needed today..Thanks Farther Paul.
This is a beautiful prayer. One which I could have penned if I were not so stressed. Saturday marks the day we spread Morgan’s ashes. I have felt the dark cloud of depression creeping in, and I fight to push it away. It circles around and comes again just like the hoard of birds living in the shrubs next door to our office. God has been tending to my brokenness all day, and I pray I will feel His presence throughout the remainder of the year.