O My Father, I have moments of deep unrest -- moments
when I know not what to ask by reason of the very excess
of my wants. I have in these hours no words for Thee, no
conscious prayers for Thee. My cry seems purely worldly;
I want only the wings of a dove that I may flee away. Yet all
the time Thou has accepted my unrest as a prayer. Thou
has interpreted its cry for a dove's wings as a cry for Thee,
Thou has received the nameless longings of my heart as the
intercessions of Thy Spirit. They are not yet the intercessions
of my spirit; I know not what to ask. But Thou knowest what I
ask, O my God. Thou knowest the name of that need which
lies beneath my speechless groan. Thou knowest that, because
I am made in Thine image, I can find rest only in what gives
rest to Thee; therefore Thou hast counted my unrest unto me
for righteousness, and has called my groaning Thy Spirit's prayer.
Amen
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Thanks be unto God for His wonderful gift:
Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God
is the object of our faith; the only faith
that saves is faith in Him.