Help Me, Lord

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Some words arrive as quiet reflections. Others take the shape of a prayer. This one came as I thought about how memory can weigh on us — how the past sometimes returns in shadows that press against the heart. And yet, even in that heaviness, there’s the possibility of rest, mercy, and light.

The Poem: Help Me Lord

When memory haunts the night,
and shadows press against my heart,
lift this weight of silent sorrow—
let the darkness break apart.

In Your arms, I find my rest;
in Your mercy, I find my way.
Speak Your peace into my spirit,
carry me from night to day.

When doubts arise within my soul,
and fear would steal my peace away,
let Your truth remind me gently:
Your love is stronger than dismay.

Closing Reflection:

Whether or not we name it as prayer, moments like this remind us of something larger than ourselves: the search for comfort, the desire to move from heaviness into hope, and the courage to step forward into a new day.