This is prayer for the prodigal, who might at times be ourselves.
Lord, forgive us and save us from ourselves, from our self sufficiency and pride. Forgive us for not seeing our utter depravity in light of your holiness, for comparing ourselves with ourselves, and for exalting our standards above yours. We acknowledge our inability to do or be anything without your grace and mercy.
Teach us your ways and let your Gospel be central in our lives. Let it be the fragrance that permeates our being. Make your Word our north star, the single light that guides our way. Let it burn brightly in us. Cause us to love your word, to seek out wisdom like treasure, to answer her call.
We cannot begin to live as we ought, without the power of the Holy Spirit and the revelation of your word. So do that work in us. Grant that our eyes would be opened by the power of your Spirit. Cause us to see what we cannot now see.
We are wretched, naked, and blind, and we do not know. As you breathed life into that first man, so now breathe life into your people. That we would no longer be like the walking dead, but that we might live fully to you. Regenerate us and make us new.
We are worthy of your judgment, but don’t treat us as we deserve. By your mercy, pour out your forgiveness and your steadfast love upon your people. Cause these dry bones to live. Ignite us with your passion. Let us be your living Word.
If these words fall on the deaf ears of an idol, then I am to be pitied, but I cry out to the everlasting God, the One who was, is, and is to come. I call out to the One who hears and sees all things, the One who has declared himself our Redeemer, the One who makes all things new.
All my hope is in the One who loves with an everlasting love, the One who did not spare his only Son. My God, the Almighty, is mighty to save. He is the Lord of hosts, whose arm is not too short to save. Victorious God.
So let my prayers rise like incense before your throne. I beseech you, my King, to come, rend the heavens and invade our wretched lives. Let your light pierce our darkness. Transform our world, transform our hearts. We were made in your image, now make us like you.
Note: This prayer is an excerpt from my prayer journal, mostly inspired by scripture. If some of the language seems a little antiquated it’s probably because the King James was my version of choice for many years. It was not written with a public audience in mind, but if something speaks to you, by all means, pray with me.