O God
To me, it’s unclear. I don’t know why I still will panic and fear. Why I worry so much.
I don’t know what You will do, but somehow, I still pray.
I don’t know why I open my mouth,
When it feels like heaven is silent.
I don’t know if my words reach You
. But I cry anyway, because where else would I go?
“You have the words of eternal life” (John 6:68).
You are the help of all the saints. You are the strength of the weary, The hope of the abandoned, The refuge of those crushed in spirit. “A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
You are our hope in time of need. You were hope for David when the cave closed in, Hope for Hannah when her prayers were misunderstood, Hope for Job when every voice turned against him. “Be not far from me, for trouble is near, and there is none to help” (Psalm 22:11).
We trust You, even when we cannot see You. Even when Your face is hidden. Even when the heavens feel like bronze, We seek Your presence still. “Why, O Lord, do You stand far away? Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?” (Psalm 10:1). “My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning” (Psalm 130:6).
All our desire is known to You, even when we can’t speak it. You read our sighs. You interpret the ache beneath our silence. You know our frame and remember we are dust. “O Lord, all my longing is before You; my sighing is not hidden from You” (Psalm 38:9). “The Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words” (Romans 8:26).
You are not just the God who hears prayer You are the God who prepares hearts to pray. I couldn’t even cry out if You hadn’t drawn me. You stir the hunger, You spark the faith, You plant the seed of longing. “O Lord, You will ordain peace for us, for You have indeed done for us all our works” (Isaiah 26:12).
So prepare my heart to pray, and then accept my prayer. Not because it is eloquent. Not because it is strong. But because You are merciful. “Out of the depths I cry to You, O Lord! O Lord, hear my voice! Let Your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy!” (Psalm 130:1–2).
Lord, I don’t know why I keep hoping, except that somewhere, deep down, I still believe You are good. Even when the night stretches long. Even when joy delays. Even when I don’t know how to pray.
You are the God who sees (Genesis 16:13). The God who listens (Psalm 34:15). The God who remembers mercy (Habakkuk 3:2). So here I am Your child. Still praying. Still waiting. Still trusting.
Amen.