Hear my cry, O God,

listen to my prayer;

from the end of the earth

           I call to You

    when my heart is faint.

Lead me to the rock

  that is higher than I,

for You have been my refuge,

a strong tower

            against the enemy.

                Psalm 61. 1-3

(It is not that God needs to listen,

   but we need to pray.

Not just at the end of our rope,

  nor when we've exhausted

              all other sources,

but a long history and chronicle

    of seeking God in the everydays,

    even in the ordinary.

God always provides a high road

    and the courage to take it,

             when we come to Him.)

O LORD,

In the face of all we fear,

     both real and imagined,

in the hard places,

even when we are worn out,

help us to take the high road,

   not insensitive to needs,

       situations or people,

but responsive to them

     for their well-being

     and for Your glory.

May we not hide in Your refuge,

   but go forth strengthened

   and resupplied with

            Your love and grace.

Once again,

   please point out the high road

that is invisible to the naked eye,

   and unexpected by others.

Because we are Yours,

  we have a new heart in this.

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