My Lord, my sleepless Guardian, let the midnight endearments of my restless soul be caught up into Your heart. Draw me into the depths where deep calls to deep. Illuminate the recesses of my soul where selfish desire lurks, waiting for an opportune time to ensnare me. Jesus, keeper of my spirit, it is Your grace that beckons me and shapes me. It is Your pleasure that equips me to serve. Though the tide of peace ebbs and flows within me, Your joy is the root of my faith. The hope stretching across the chasm of time from the cross is the anchor for my hope. Father, close any distance between us. Mark me with Your holiness. I am powerless to do what is right without You. I am ill-equipped to speak unless Your Spirit utters my words. In gratitude, I come to You in the secret rendezvous of prayer. Your presence is my gift. Your delight is my pursuit. Your favor is my motivation. Under the Word given in Psalm 42:7 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls;
all Your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Psalm 42:7, NIV