I realised that the Lord has been setting a pattern of prayer for me. I have been waking early in the morning to read and to pray... allowing my prayer to rise up to Jesus. Also, allowing a spirit of thanksgiving and praise to arise.
Let my prayer come before You, incline Your ear to my cry. For my soul is full of troubles ...Lord I have called daily upon You. I have stretched out my hands to You. Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You? Shall Your loving kindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in the place of destruction? Shall Your wonders be made known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land of the forgetfulness? PS 89
But You O Lord, I have cried out, And in the morning my prayer comes before You. Why do you cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me? I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; I suffer Your terrors; I am distraught...
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