At a local prison camp last evening, I led a session on prayer. P – praise, R – repent, A – asking for others, and Y – asking for yourself. This P – R- A -Y covers the spectrum of prayer. I do this driving weekday mornings to get Emma, and on weekends jogging or walking–as a start. The issue is prayer tells us much about our relationship with the Father, Son, and Spirit.
This was composed around the time of my hernia operation.
You who are Weary
…you who are weary and burdened…
Ice-packing a surgical slit…
Seconds sludge with glacial speed.
Whether I stand, groan on, or sit—
I fear the wound will split and bleed.
He asks for prayer for his wife;
A tumor swells on her liver.
And I dare moan about my life?
Ashamed, I began to shiver.
Sometimes He moves a mountain—miracle!
The praise we feel is almost lyrical.
Sometimes the cup of suffering remains;
In dying some waste in anguish and pains.
Either healing or heaven is the end;
Let grace and faith remind us of our Friend,
As hope and life seep out one’s veins:
Worthy is the lamb who was slain.*