Scripture
Isaiah 38:14 (NIV)
I cried like a swift or thrush,
I moaned like a mourning dove.
My eyes grew weak as I looked to the heavens.
I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!
Refrain
When I have no words, the Spirit still prays.
Quote
Christian Wiman, from *My Bright Abyss*
“There are prayers that are not prayers
until they are torn from us.
There are silences
more faithful than speech.
And when all we can offer is a groan,
we can be sure that God is closer
than we ever imagined.”
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