Whispered Prayer

I spent the last year as the city coordinator for the Chicago Beth Moore meeting which culminated this last weekend in an amazing gathering of thousands of women worshiping the Lord together. I got to meet the famous Beth Moore – who is like a Christian version of Oprah – and had the time of my life with some of my closest friends.

As all good things do, though, the meeting came to an end, and I walked out to an overcast fall day. My mood today is much like the weather – mellow and introspective. Those end up being days in which I try to jot down some poetic thoughts. Today’s blog is the first after a long dry spell of poetic inspiration. I called this poem “whispered prayer” after a verse I read in Isaiah 26:16 that says “O Lord, in distress they sought you; they poured out a whispered prayer when your discipline was upon them.”

God loves our whispered prayers. He hears every quiet whisper, every breath we take. I love Him so.

Whispered prayer

My heart pours out its strained refrain

And swells beneath the weight

Of hope deferred and plans sustain

All others but my own

My lips pour out a whispered prayer

None else can hear but you

Of dreams postponed and life alone

While others on the road

My life pours out a sweet parade

Of worship and control

And God alone is still adored

For days gone by foretold

My eyes pour out a gentle stream

No soul its path can ease

Tis night but soon will disappear

And day will never cease

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