The Silent Cry

No matter how happy I am, how meaningful the work, how fun the family occasions, how fine the friendships ... there is always a lingering, silent cry.

Thank you that you are a God who knows and loves me for who I am. You know I feel so deeply - it is my greatest strength and my weightiest albatross.

Conform my passion, Lord, so that what can be quietly deafening in me flows into love for your broken world. Carry me to a place of both longing and blessing.

Originally at Musings of a Musical Preacher Read the original ↗