Lord, my God, the poverty of my soul has driven me to my knees before You. My perceived barrenness vexes the peace You have given me. For my love for You is intense in its desire to further Your Kingdom impact in this world. I hear a quiet hum within me that beckons me to worship even in the midst of the desolation. Lord, my song of lament is full of confessional lyrics. My prayers feel powerless. My love for You has become easily distracted by lesser loves. My faith has been clipped by the sword of adversity that deceptively feels endless and futile. Father, Your blessings have been disguised because my focus has turned away from eternity and back toward the temporal world I live in. Is it any wonder that I have wandered into this fruitless land? Bring forth my voice in praise and worship, Lord God. Let me look past the present and fix my eyes on what is to come. For You came, Lord Jesus, to grant life abundant to those who put faith in Your great Name. You came so I could magnify Your love. Let me no longer be troubled by perceived barrenness because my sight is limited when faith is so small. Use my barrenness, Lord, as a catalyst for Your fruit-bearing potential to rise within me, challenging my faith to grow. Use this sense of desolation, Lord God, as a dark backdrop that illuminates the brightness of Your everlasting love. Lord, I come to You in barren desolation with songs of praise issuing forth from my lips as my knees hit the ground in deep breaths of prayer. You are the Restorer, Redeemer and Vinedresser of my soul. Under the mighty Word of the King found in John 15:1-3 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I humbly submit these prayers.
“I am the true grapevine, and My Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and He prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you.”
John 15:1-3, NLT
My love for You has become easily distracted by lesser loves–Amen!
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