Are you listening Lord? It’s night, I am here.
I feel so lonely sometimes, dejected.
Are you praying daughter? I AM. I hear.
I kneel in a Garden called Gethsemane, despised and rejected.
I know I shouldn’t. so I resist worry and doubt.
I promise you, I will work it out.
It’s just that things aren’t always what I expected.
I tell you, you are loved, you are protected.
I asked for so much from you.
Anything you ask me, I will do.
Heal my body, I am weak.
You will find me, if you seek.
I know you took such pain for me!
Woman, you are loosed, go free!
I don’t feel worthy of your love, my sin.
I gave you righteousness, when you believed me then.
I struggle with fear and doubt, what is my life all about?
My perfect love with cast it out.
I can’t sleep at night, I work so hard, is this a test?
Your work is to labor for my rest.
I know angels watch me, it was your command.
We are beside you, your name is my hand.
Well, Jesus, I feel better after praying, I really do.
Your Prince of Peace, kisses you goodnight, I love you.