No alternative mode of appeal can suffice my soul’s lament. Lord, to You alone I express my deepest sorrow. To You alone I reveal the wounds of my heart. Such sweet assurance belongs to Your beloved because I know my entreaties are not in vain. I delight in Your readiness and Your willingness to hear me, Lord God. So I let my humble petition waft as incense to Your glorious altar where I gladly lay it to rest. My supplication for Your presence in my time of trouble is genuinely birthed from the depths of my spirit. Such grace allows me to be so vulnerable even in my iniquity. Calm my mind with Your Spirit’s influence. Subdue my selfish desires by the infusion of Your holiness. I bow before You in earnest devotion Lord, even though the shadow of death haunts me and the piercing of affliction tempts me to search for worldly relief. I wait upon You, Jesus. In dire necessity, I will wait upon the Lord Almighty. Under the Word given in Psalm 40:1-3 and the authority of Christ Jesus I bow in humble prayer.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
He turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
He set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
and put their trust in Him.
Psalm 40:1-3, NIV