Great God Almighty, I set my innermost distresses on fire in prayer. May the cries of my heart waft like incense to the throne room of majesty. The pieces of a shattered heart so tenderly picked up by Your fingers has hope of being put back together. Even amidst my sighs and groanings, let my soul find solace in Your divine understanding. For the language of the heart is Your native tongue. Even my wordless laments have been granted divine power by Your Spirit to strum the harp strings of heaven’s finest instruments. You convert my cries to music, Lord. You translate my tears to prayer because not a single one is shed in vain. You collect them as they fall unhidden from Your compassionate gaze. Even when distress turns to fear that robs me of verbal expression, I know that You are not ignorant of my soul communication. The tears of Your children make up the shimmer of heaven’s waterfalls. The sighs of Your beloved become the music of the halls of majesty. Thank You Lord that not a single prayer offered in earnest devotion is disregarded. Look upon Your loved one and remember me. Under the beauty of the Word found in Psalm 77:3-6 and the authority of Christ, I pray.

I remembered You, God, and I groaned;
    I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
You kept my eyes from closing;
    I was too troubled to speak.
I thought about the former days,
    the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
    My heart meditated and my spirit asked.
Psalm 77:3-6, NIV