Are Tears Prayers?

“How shall I pray?
Are tears prayers, Lord?
Are screams prayers,
or groans
or sighs
or curses?
Can trembling hands be lifted to you,
or clenched fists
or the cold sweat that trickles down my back
or the cramps that knot my stomach?
Will you accept my prayers, Lord,
my real prayers,
rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life,
And not just the pretty, cut flower,
gracefully arranged bouquet of words?
Will you accept me, Lord,
as I really am,
messed up mixture of glory and grime?”

Guerillas of Grace
Ted Loder

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  1. UnknownJanuary 8, 2018 at 9:20 AM

    Yes all of the above pour out your heart to the Lord in list the help of the Holy Spirit who intercedes with groaning without words. Align my heart with yours Lord.

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