A prayer of many

Lord, I hurt. I hurt in my bones and blood, I hurt in my head and muscled and I sing Your name. I praise Your essence. Lord, my soul is singing. Loud and clear is my Lord's love and support as I walk home amongst thorns and fires. You hold me. You show me how strong I am when I rely on You against the thin will I was born with. I walk with You despite the assault. You walk with me to help me see, feel, and discover You. Truth, wisdom, the first soul. Together. It does not matter how much my body fights, rebels in pain, my soul is fully at rest in You, Lord of my Life.

 God, you created in me the biggest desire, the most intense craving, an empty lake yearning for its water.  And I searched. And searched. And found only darkness. I travelled the planes and the rivers, learned to speak languages and cultures, filled myself with notions and expertise in things of this world, and all the same my bucket was empty. Empty and hungry! Yet I knew. I know You. I knew You were here, now and always, I felt your touch, was soothed by your arms, held by your strength. And let to search some more.  In darkness. In a place where reason and faith cannot merge. In a place where faith alone shines through the clouds.  Still, I could not reach You, for it was You who had to come to me. It was You who had to light that little flame to help me find the way. Your way. The Real way.  Alone, I would simply stumble, fall, bleed. Alone, I was lost among millions. I could not reach you because I was not letting You love me, I could not reach You because...