Covenant Keeping God,
You speak into the fog of frustration,
into the ache of hearts too tired to hope,
into the ears of a prophet discouraged by refusal.
You answer Pharaoh’s “I will not”
with Your “I AM” and “I will.”
You lay out the fullness of Your intention
to bring out,
to deliver,
to redeem,
to adopt,
to bring in,
to give,
and to be our God.
Yet even as You speak,
Your people cannot hear
because of the weight of their slavery
and the shortness of their breath.
Lord, I know that heaviness
when pain presses out the ability to believe.
Breathe life into my suffocating faith.
Let Your covenant voice
cut through the noise of my doubt
and the roar of my enemies.
You remind Moses of his lineage,
that he stands in a long line of those You’ve called.
Teach me to see my own place in Your story,
rooted not in my worth
but in Your faithfulness through generations.
Even when my lips feel unfit,
even when my record is stained,
You send me anyway,
because the power is in Your Name,
not in my skill.
Help me to cling to the “I will”
that flows from Your “I AM.”
Let that promise out shout
every voice of fear,
every echo of the past,
every present resistance.
In the name of Jesus,
the greater Deliverer,
who fulfills every covenant word
and breathes hope into the weary,
Amen.