God Almighty, it is Your prerogative to remove spiritual disease that infects the heart with apathy. Bestow the power of grace to the soul’s fragile frame. Yours is the power to bring the dead to life. There is healing in Your wings and comfort from Your hands. Such promises cannot come from the lips of a mortal, but only out of the mouth of our immortal God. Though my bones groan within me on account of my rebellious spirit, Your truth quiets the pain. The one who created is the One who restores. The broken pieces of my heart have a pattern that only You can see, Lord. Use that pattern as a blue-print to set things right within me. There is transcendental comfort in Your presence. Whatever my soul’s ailments, I know my God is the great physician. There is no limit to Your power. Darkened understanding is given the gift of illumination. The fever of anger breaks under the compassion of a Savior. Weakness of heart becomes strength when the Lord fills it with love. The plague of despondency is healed by the joy of the Lord. Jesus, do not restrain the healing virtue of Your precious grace. Under the beauty and truth in Nehemiah 8:10 and the authority of Christ, I bow in prayer.

Do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your refuge.
Nehemiah 8:10, NASB