Stir my heart to prayer, Lord,
turn my mind to you.
Let prayer be my noble cause,
may belief be no effort.
A broken heart waits,
a child sits in despair,
a mother, overwhelmed.
A father, lost.
For I knew these things well
and closed my eyes to you, my ears.
Your face shone on my darkness,
your arm reached,
your hand gripped as I slid.
And I answered your kindness with a kick–
yes, I confess, a few…
You felt my strain but made my heart of stone
into a heart of flesh.
Your spirit in me,
Your patience and acceptance, now my friends.
Your inspiration.
Your love.
You do more
than what I could ever ask or imagine.
A hurting world waits, Lord.
Bend my ear to you.
Stir my heart to prayer.