Restore My Life
A Reflection on Joel 2:25, Psalm 40:2-3, and 1 Peter 5:10
Restore my life, O Lord—the years the locusts have eaten,
The dreams that have withered, the hopes that have been beaten.
Restore the joy that once filled my heart,
Restore the peace that sin pulled apart.
“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten.” (Joel 2:25)
Restore my soul—the places worn thin by grief,
The joy that faded, the hope that seemed so brief.
Let the oil of gladness pour where sorrow used to dwell.
In the name of Jesus, let the springs of life swell.
Restore my body—every cell, every bone.
Let the healing power of the risen Lord be known.
What was broken, mend; what was lost, retrieve.
In the name of Jesus, I choose to believe.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. (Psalm 40:2)
Restore my spirit—the weariness that weighs me down.
Let the river of Your Spirit rise and turn my frown
Into a smile of hope, a song of praise,
A life that shines through all my days.
Restore my relationships—the bridges burned by pride.
Let forgiveness flow like a deep and cleansing tide.
Where there was estrangement, let love take its place.
In the name of Jesus, cover us with grace.
Restore my purpose—the calling I let slip.
Renew the vision, strengthen my grip.
The enemy stole, but You have come to give life,
And life abundantly, through Your own sacrifice.
And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. (1 Peter 5:10)
Restore my hope—when the future seems so bleak.
Let me trust in You, the One who is meek
And humble, yet mighty to save.
Let me find my rest in the eternal wave
Of Your love, Your mercy, and Your grace.
Restore my life, Lord—let me see Your face.
Restore my worship—when my song has grown cold.
Let the fire of Your Spirit in my heart unfold.
Let me sing with joy, let me pray with faith,
Let me walk in the light of Your glorious grace.
So I receive Your restoration—not in part, but full.
The name of Jesus breaks every yoke, pulls down every wall.
I declare that the old has passed; behold, the new has come.
Restore my life, Lord—my victory, my home.
Amen.
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