Pray for the friend who comes to you at midnight,
With burdens heavy, seeking solace in the night.
Lift their troubles to the Lord above,
In whispers of mercy, in acts of love.
Pray for the saints, steadfast and true,
Their faith a beacon, in all they do.
Lift their hearts in prayer, with earnest plea,
For strength and grace, for victory.

Pray for all men, near and far,
For every soul, beneath the star.
In humility, your voice be heard,
In prayers of hope, in spoken word.

Pray with the knowledge, deep and profound,
That in Christ alone, your worth is found.
Not by deeds or efforts shown,
But through His love, His grace alone.

“Oh, Lord, I've done my best,” is not the plea,
But, “In Christ’s perfection, Lord, I come to Thee.”
For in His righteousness, we find our place,
In His sacrifice, we rest in grace.

So pray with a heart humble and contrite,
In the stillness of day, in the quiet of night.
For in prayer, our spirits align,
With the divine love, eternally shine.

June 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

1Pe 2:9  But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light