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A Weak Prayer to a Strong God
by Sharon Hinck
Lord—what can I give you?
I was weak before.
Now I’ve become frail.
I was empty.
Now I’m a pocket turned inside out.
I come to you without talent, ideas, energy, zest.
But I come.
And I thank you that
the more vast my emptiness,
the more abundant your grace is to fill it.
Show me what I can offer you.
Today.
This hour.
Sing a new song
Through the silences in my life.
Strengthen my hand
To give love to others.
But even when all I can do
Is touch your cloak and tremble,
As I’m bleeding with loneliness and loss,
Thank you for turning your gaze to me
And calling me daughter.
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A Weak Prayer to a Strong God
