by Brittany12 Aug 2013
With wailing heart and fervent lips,
from which your servant’s prayer drips,
I come again to plead my case
before your throne of truth and grace.
Father, hear my broken word.
With tender ear, may I be heard.
Turn your eyes upon my cries,
and turn this storm to quiet skies.
Lord, I pray to bear new life,
to be more than a barren wife.
Open up my inner parts.
Plant the seed where heartbeats start.
Duplicate my every breath
before this body’s aging death.
O Lord of truth, my chains unlock.
I rest in you, my hope, my rock.