Lord God, I kneel at your feet
Head resting in my hands
Tears of pain flowing without restraint
My soul, battered, is without hope
My dreams of love and acceptance gone
Success, I’m unable to define
You let me cry, uninterrupted
Knowing I must taste the bitterness of pain
And acknowledge its vise like grip on my heart
Slowly I sit, lifting my head and hands up to you
an honest prayer is uttered, no more pretense,
pride and self-righteousness are gone.
“take my battered heart, oh Lord
It feels constricted and small
Like a piece of paper, crumpled into a ball.
It’s beat is irregular,
emphasizing the deep wounds
and my desperate state of mind.”
Your strong hands encompass mine
Comforting and warm
Applying pressure without pain
My wounded heart beats a little faster
A rhythm I’m unfamiliar with
Steady, strong, sure, secure
You, oh Lord, massage the healing balm
Of forgiveness and acceptance into my heart
A spark of hope glows deep within.
The Holy Spirit breathes the breath of life
Into my heart, mind and body
Smoothing out the crumpled edges of my life
Lord God Almighty, you are the great healer
Of wounded hearts
Restoring hope and purpose to those who love you
To God be all glory and praise.
Debora Shelford Hobbs
Below are the lines from a chore in Jeremy Camp’s Healing Hand of God and a link to his video. Enjoy this beautiful song.
I have seen, The healing hand of God, Reaching out and mending broken hearts. Taste and see the fullness of His peace, And hold on to what’s being held out. The healing hand of God.