Lord, I come before you with confession.
My prayers of late have been a little cold.
They ‘re sounding like a jumbled mumbling session,
not pleas of interceding saints of old.
Often, do I ask for daily bread,
help to face the pressures of this life,
neglecting in strong wrestling to be lead
for those who still are lost in sin and strife.
So let my heart be broken once again
with the weighty things that break the heart of God
the perishing, precious souls of unredeemed men
who upon this earth do everywhere trod.
Your loving burden, pour into my spirit
as Your blessed face I humbly seek.
Anoint me, that your word I’ll take and share it.
With boldness, may I go and stand and speak.
“Go, stand and speak in the temple to the people all the words of this life.” Acts 5:20