Psalm 25:1: Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul.
1Peter 3:12a: For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their prayer.
I have discovered throughout my years as a Christ follower, that prayer is the most powerful resource that I possess. It is a true gift from God that permits me to enter into His presence and place my request, no matter how small or large before Him.
The realization that He desires to “engage” humbles me beyond my comprehension and I stand in awe that the Creator of the universe cares to take a personal interest in every facet of my life. I simply need to ask, and He will answer according to His will.
For me, I have learned that prayer is:
- my personal invitation to God to participate in my life’s journey
- directly reflects my level of faith and trust in Him
- reveals my willingness to yield to His will
- acknowledges my humility (I can’t do it alone)
- taps into the most powerful resource available to me…God.
“For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous”
“His ears are attentive to their prayer”
A reassuring promise that instills peace and comfort even through times that offer none.
I offer a small, but heart felt tribute that reflects my sincere honesty to prayer. May you enjoy “The Bended Knee.”
The Bended Knee
When storms of life visit, and winds carry me away
I have found that there is one thing, that sustains me through the day
No more the wringing of my hands, or gripping of a chair
My face does not furrow, or wretch with deep despair
Sleepless nights are in the past, when I allow my spirit to be free
All this is when I learned, the power of the bended knee
I have no need for cathedrals, or majestic stained glass towers
For where I go so frequently is open at any hour
A secret that I learned, so many years ago
Brought me to this place of rest, when life treated me so cold
The comfort I was searching for, has finally come to me
For I have learned the peaceful power, of the simple bended knee
It’s not the act of bending, nor is the power in the knee
But it’s whom I yield my hurts to, the One who died for me
Perhaps you have heard his name, it is pleasant to the ear
Such a precious name… Jesus… and I hold it very dear
And now I shared my secret, for it isn’t just for me
He eagerly is waiting, at the simple bended knee
By Donna Jefferys