Pluck the harp strings of my heart with the tender fingers of Your divine love, Lord. Within the melodies of praise, my sorrows are soothed. No earthly burden can crush my soul because my yoke is tethered to Jesus. Great God of the universe, Your abundant mercy scatters the dark cloud of gloom. Your patient heart leads me through the valley of woe. This night season shall pass into the glorious morning of salvation because Your grace is sufficient. Because You care for those You have called Your own, I will lift my concerns to You, God. Because You perpetually sustain my soul, I will find rest in Christ alone. With my heart, let me make sweet melody to the Lord, my Keeper. With my mind, let me dwell on all that is good. With my soul, let me bow before the One who is worthy. Under the blessed truth of 1 Peter 5:6-7 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I lift my entire being in prayer.
Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God [set aside self-righteous pride], so that He may exalt you [to a place of honor in His service]
at the appropriate time, casting all your cares
[all your anxieties, all your worries,
and all your concerns, once and for all] on Him,
for He cares about you [with deepest affection,
and watches over you very carefully].
1 Peter 5:6-7, AMP