Lord Jesus,
Here I stand before You
a soul bruised, broken, desperate for healing.
You see every sickness no eye can detect,
every weakness hidden deep inside.
I bring my wounds to You not just the body’s pain,
but the ache in my spirit, the scars no one else knows.
You reached out and touched the leper,
not with disgust, but with love.
You did not turn away from what others feared.
Touch me, Lord.
Touch the places I’m ashamed to show.
Make me clean not just on the outside,
but deep where only You can reach.
You calmed the storm with a word,
silenced the raging sea of fear inside the disciples.
Yet I still tremble in my storms.
The winds howl in my heart anxiety, doubt, despair.
Speak, Jesus.
Speak peace into my chaos.
Still my restless soul.
When the centurion came with faith so pure,
You marveled at his belief, saying,
“I have not found such great faith in all Israel.”
Lord, I want faith like that
not blind or foolish, but trust that moves mountains.
Help me believe You can heal what seems impossible. No matter how many years I have suffered with it.
Help me trust Your power, even when I cannot see.
You healed many who came with desperation,
but You also called disciples to leave everything behind.
That calling cuts through my comfort, my safety, my plans. But I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.
Do I have the courage to follow, even when it costs? You already know I do.
To drop my nets, my excuses, my fears?
To pack up and leave it all behind, if that is what You ask of me, I’ll do it.
Jesus, give me the faith to say yes
to answer Your call with a willing heart.
You showed compassion, healing both body and soul.
Teach me compassion.
Make me a vessel of Your mercy,
someone who reaches out to the outcast, the hurting, the lost.
Jesus, You are Lord over sickness and storms,
Lord of the seen and unseen battles.
I surrender my pain, my fears, my doubts.
Come and make me whole
body, mind, and spirit.
I trust You my Healer, my Savior, my King.
In Your mighty name,
Amen.