Pause and Pray: February 2, 2025
Lord,
Like a beggar starving,
Or a mother grieving,
Like Hannah at the altar,
I come again and again.
And I will keep coming
Because I want nothing more
Than to have even just a scrap of your wisdom.
To see you clearly.
To know you deeply,
From my head, deep into my heart.
To feel hope rise up,
And faith fanned into flame.
I won’t stop asking. I can’t stop.
Amen.
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