God of the Groan and the Gathering Tears,
You are not blind to the whip’s sting
or deaf to the midnight cries of Your people.
You see the baby hidden in the reeds.
You see the mother’s trembling hands.
You see the sister’s watchful eyes along the riverbank.
You knew the weight of Egypt’s chains.
You knew the Pharaoh’s fear and fury.
You knew the silent prayers whispered into linen wrappings
as a child was laid into a basket of bulrushes and bitumen.
You are the God who draws near to the desperate.
The God who writes deliverance in the language of birth and adoption.
The God who plants the deliverer in the very house of the oppressor.
Lord, teach me to trust Your unseen plans
when my view is clouded by fear.
When the river feels like a grave,
remind me it may also be a road to redemption.
When the oppressor’s house looms large,
remind me You can make it a nursery for Your promise.
You are the God who sees.
The God who knows.
The God who weaves salvation
through mothers who hide,
daughters who rescue,
and children who grow under Your unseen hand.
O Lord, make me faithful in my part of the story
whether to guard, to watch, to wait, or to act.
Let my obedience, however small,
become a thread in Your tapestry of deliverance.
In the name of Jesus,
the Greater Moses,
who entered our suffering to lead us out,
Amen.