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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