The Prayer of a Broken Man

I am at the end of my rope.

I am tired.

I am wounded.

I feel so alone.

I’m questioning everything I’m doing.

I’m having doubts about everything I’ve worked towards.

I’m not sure I believe in the mission anymore.

But I know I was convinced that the mission was from you.

I can’t do this alone, and I need to stop trying. I need to hear your voice. I need you to lead me and guide me.

Teach me to listen. Break my independence. However you need to.

Show me what it means to do things with you, not for you. In your spirit, not in your name.

Where I am right, protect me. And where I am wrong, correct me. I am not concerned with reputation as long as I know my character is faultless before the courts of heaven.

Teach me conviction. Teach me what it means to have resolve. Teach me what it means to be a subject of the King.

Teach me what it means to be loved and known. Pull me back into the heart of the fire I’ve drifted so far from, and with it, purify my heart that I may look upon your face.

Teach me how to lead by following, and how to serve by sitting at your feet.

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