Meet me beneath the nightly canvas with its darkened hues and melancholic luster, Lord Jesus. In this space especially I need to hear Your song over me. Be the lifter of my head Lord, because only Your tender hands can turn my face toward heaven. Prevent me from self-deception that convinces me I can do whatever is required in my own strength. Search my heart for evidence of pride, Father. Sear me in such a way that all self-awareness is cut away until my entire focus is on You alone. I set my prayers before You as incense in the hope that my offering is a sweet fragrance wafting into Your throne room. As Your lullaby of salvation lulls me into sweet restoration, the foundation of Your promise encases my soul in tender serenity that assures me I am Your beloved. I place my fears and terrors upon the altar of Your grace. I excitedly anticipate returning to You beneath the canvas of the eternal sunrise where the radiance of light and the hues of joy color my soul in unity with You. Under the Word of God given in Psalm 34:18 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

Yahweh is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit.
Psalm 34:18, WEB