I cry out to you, Lord.

 I Cry Out to You, Lord

A Reflection on Psalm 142:1-3 and Psalm 77:1

I cry out to You, Lord—my voice rises like incense,

My plea reaches Your throne, my heart’s deepest defense.

When the weight is too heavy and the night will not lift,

I pour out my trouble, my sorrow, my gift.

I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out before Him my complaint; before Him I tell my trouble. (Psalm 142:1-2)

I cry out in the darkness, when no one else can hear.

I cry out in the silence, when the way ahead is unclear.

You are not distant, not deaf, not cold.

You bend low to listen, to strengthen, to hold.

My spirit grows faint, but You know my path.

You see every tear, every question, every aftermath.

When I am overwhelmed, You are my refuge still.

You hide me in the shadow of Your will.

I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills His purpose for me. (Psalm 57:2)

I cry out to You, Lord—not with polished art,

But with the raw, honest language of a bruised and broken heart.

You do not turn away from my desperate sound.

You are the solid rock on which my feet are found.

So I will keep on crying until the answer comes.

I will lift my voice through midnight, through the rising sun.

For the Lord who hears my cry is faithful and is true.

I cry out to You, Lord—and I know You hear me too.

In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into His ears. (Psalm 18:6)

Amen.