Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Psalm 147

1 Chapter: Psalm 147

1 Verse:
Verse 3. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

1 Prayer: Father, if my bones were broken, I'd go to a doctor. If my body was sick, medicine might help me. Even if my thoughts were not right, a counselor, a therapist, a psychologist might do. But brokenheartedness is a sorrow and a wound too deep for human healers. My heart is the very core of who I am. It isn't some part of me that needs to be fixed; it is me, all of me. The very depths of my being, the entire existence of my life from its beginning to this moment right now has gone all askew. Who will straighten it out again for me, if not You, Father? You made me. You have been with me the entire way through. I know You will make a way for me now. I don't know what it is, but You have to do it. Because I don't know what it is, You have to do it. Heal my broken heart and bind up my sorrows. They are too many to count and too deep for words, but they are neither too many nor too great for You. Thank You, Lord. I love You.

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