A MATTER OF THE HEART

Heartaches,
Heartbreaks,
All around me
Are calling me to prayer.
I do not know them by their name
But you do Lord
And you care.
It is not pleasant, Lord
To think about the hurts
Out there-
That unloved little child,
The one no home has known,
That careworn mom who struggles on
With little hope in sight. Alone.
And of the ones in many lands
Who live amidst the violence every day
Of war, Of fear,
Of persecution, just a step away.
Lord, as I sit here in this easy chair
Cause my heart to break,
To forsake this comfort
And drop to my knees in prayer.
Perhaps you have put me in this place
Just for this time
To seek your face
In their behalf,
Before Your throne of grace.

(c) G. Blank

Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened , that it cannot save;
neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear. Isaiah 59:1