Countless times I kneel down to pray. I open my mouth but words can’t seem to come from it. I wipe the tear on my face and summon the strength to speak to my Creator. I close my eyes squinting them tight and telling myself I should do this. But then I break down crying the more. I end up clasping my hands together yet crying face down kneeling and can’t control it. I think about it all, crying, asking myself why can’t I have any of my desires come true. Why am I the one to always be on the falling side. When is my happiness coming, when will I rejoice and be okay. I just want to be happy, I need to be happy, I need to be able to also testify about what the Lord has done for me. I also need that miracle.
After a while crying, I wipe my tears and then whisper the shortest prayer I have learnt to say, “Lord, listen through my heart”.
Everyone prays in the end.
Sam Smith
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