PRESERVES

A prayer based on Psalm 143

Attention God!

And ... an answer would be nice, but please withhold judgment.

Life can seem crushing and dark and exhausting.

Sometimes, I long for the" good ‘ole days" when it wasn’t.

Yet, here I am, like a little baby bird with beak wide-open, starving for you.

It sure would be nice if you’d appear when I snap my fingers.

But, sometimes, it feels like you’ve gone into hiding.

Yet, I still trust and claim your steadfast love every morning.

Help me to remain teachable, and save-able and lead-able

And, while you’re at it, maybe you can make my path level?

Pickle me in your name, so that I become your righteous preserves.