My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
The heart shutters at the darker events of its time; shutters and howls in grief for fellow humanity suffering from the varied forms and wretched consequences of trauma.
A young loved one debilitated by chronic pain or global humanity shattered by ancient battles: in faith we grasp for the sacred response of fervent prayer.
Knees bent to the floor, head bowed, hands clasped, whispers wringing out pleas for mercy that can only come from the almighty power of Holy God.
Prayer re-enacted across the course of our breath filled hours
is witness to the faith and hope in our souls.
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