There Is Nothing but Prayer

My heart breaks

for the pain in other people’s lives.

And there is nothing I can do

but pray.

 

My heart breaks

as I watch tears flowing.

And there is nothing I can do

but pray.

 

There is brokenness everywhere

And so many are lost and searching in the wrong direction.

I don’t know what I can do

but pray.

 

A prayer warrior?

Maybe.

I just pray when there is nothing else to do.

Will you join me?

 

I have a list of people and issues I pray for,

But it is inadequate.

How do I express my soul to the Lord?

But the Spirit intercedes.

He hears my heart louder than my words.

He knows what I mean when words can’t form.

Even music escapes me as inwardly I groan

for God’s love and healing to abound.

 

Healing!  Where is it? I cry.

Every day, people die.

Physical? Emotional? Spiritual healing?

The world cries out for help.

But they refuse to surrender.

 

My heart breaks

for the many that don’t know God personally.

And there is nothing I can do

but pray.

 

Though I go out in faith

and let God live through me,

I can do nothing on my own.

And so I pray.

 

I would like to say that this is my heart’s attitude all the time,

but it’s not.

I have been seeing and hearing this more and more,

the power of prayer.

Why can’t the aroma of my heart be one of prayer?

Constant surrender and obedience?

We all know why.

We all live on this earth together.

Struggles; battles; lies.

 

So what can I do,

when faith is failing

and words run dry?

There is nothing I can do on my own

but pray.

And so I shall.

 

Written 4-4-13 by Anna Olson; in the middle of reading “Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire” by Jim Cymbala