My prayers come before You; Your ear is tuned to my cries. As I walk through this day, Lord, I call to You Who Listens to my words, my heart, my silence. Open hands stretched out to You, may I let go of the need for my ways, my plans, my desires, my childish game of control. In the morning my prayer comes before You and all day long You whisper back Your glorious goodness into my middle moments.
