Endless Grace by Ryan Whitaker Smith and Dan Wiltنموونە

Psalm 80

The Seed of Your Planting

Father God:

Defender.

Guardian.

King of the Cosmos.

Lord of Heavenly Lights—

Hear my prayer today.

Do not withhold Your goodness from me.

Illumine this darkness,

that Your power and glory

might fall upon me once again.

Rebuild me.

Renew me.

Be gracious to me.

Shine upon me.

Give me peace.

Once I walked in Your joy,

but now I am saddled with grief.

My prayers are empty words,

my songs, tuneless drivel.

For reasons unknown,

I suffer Your silence.

Rebuild me.

Renew me.

Be gracious to me.

Shine upon me.

Give me peace.

When I was a slave to sin,

You liberated me.

When I was oppressed by darkness,

You drew me to Your glorious light.

I was a dormant seed,

but You planted me in fertile soil:

watered me,

nurtured me,

that I might become a thriving, flourishing thing—

a towering oak

in an arid wasteland.

But now I am sapped of strength,

stripped of glory,

a cursed stalk

withering by the roadside.

In my suffering,

remember me, Lord;

remember who I am to You:

seed of Your planting,

child of Your grace.

May this howling darkness

know the fierceness of Your light.

At Your Word,

may these devils flee!

Let me know the touch of Your hand once again,

the steadying warmth of Your presence.

In crippling weakness,

be my strength.

Rebuild me.

Renew me.

Be gracious to me.

Shine upon me.

Give me peace.