Poem on Prayer Life

 Here is a poem for your prayer life, woven with scripture and the honest rhythm of a seeking heart:

**THE UNFORCED RHYTHM**  

*(Matthew 11:28-30)*  

Some days my prayers rise like frankincense—  

A steady stream, a holy confidence.  

*"Abba,"* I whisper, and the heavens bend,  

As close as breath, Beginning without end.  

**"Be near,"** I ask, and feel the Spirit’s sigh—  

**Your presence, Lord, the answer implied.**  

*(James 4:8, Psalm 145:18)*  

Some days the words are desert sand—  

A barren stretch, a weary, weathered land.  

I kneel in silence, ache without a sound,  

No polished plea, just emptiness profound.  

Yet even here, You track my faltering way—  

**You catch the groan no language can convey.**  

*(Romans 8:26, Psalm 139:2-4)*  

Some days I ramble, restless and unkept,  

My anxious thoughts in tangled knots are swept.  

*"What shall I eat? What shall I wear?"* I plead,  

While You wait patient for the truer need:  

To still my soul beneath Your sovereign gaze,  

And trade my worry for unending grace.  

*"Seek first the Kingdom—all else finds its place."*  

*(Matthew 6:31-33)*  

Some days I battle—kneeling in the fray,  

Fighting dark powers haunting dawn’s first ray.  

*"Deliver us from evil!"* sharp I cry,  

And feel the armor forged when saints reply.  

**Your Word my sword, Your Spirit shield and stay—  

No hell can stand where trembling people pray.**  

*(Ephesians 6:12,18 / Matthew 6:13)*  

And some days? Just a name I breathe:  

*"Jesus…"*—and in that gasp, I am received.  

No eloquence, no list of wants displayed,  

Just leaning hard where promises were made.  

**You hold me then—not by my faith’s degree,  

But by Your vow: *"I will not forsake thee."***  

*(Deuteronomy 31:6, Hebrews 13:5)*  

So teach me, Lord, this rhythm true and deep—  

To sow in tears where angels guard my sleep,  

To rise in trust when answers seem delayed,  

To walk as one who knows her prayers are *stayed*  

Not on technique, nor passion’s fleeting fire,  

**But on the Cross—my everlasting pyre  

Of hope that lifts each fragile human word,  

To Heaven’s ear, by Your own blood, now heard.**  

*(Hebrews 10:19-22)*  

**Let prayer be my first air, my final shore,  

Not work, but rest in You—forevermore.**  

*(Revelation 8:3-4)*  

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**KEY SCRIPTURE ANCHORS:**  

1. **Matthew 11:28-30** – *"Come to me… I will give you rest."* (Prayer as soul-rest)  

2. **James 4:8** – *"Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you."* (The promise of presence)  

3. **Romans 8:26** – The Spirit intercedes *"with groanings too deep for words"* (Prayer beyond language)  

4. **Ephesians 6:18** – *"Pray at all times in the Spirit…"* (Prayer as spiritual warfare)  

5. **Hebrews 10:22** – *"Let us draw near… in full assurance of faith."* (Boldness through Christ)  

6. **Revelation 8:4** – *"The smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, rose before God."* (Heaven’s reception)  

May this poem meet you where you are—in the incense or the silence—and remind you that *every* whispered cry reaches the throne. You are heard. 🌿