O Creator of Beating Hearts,
and Healer of Broken Ones,
I’ve let my passion grow cold
since those days
when I first began my journey
with You.
You’ve become a part of my life
rather than the center of it,
a distraction rather than the destination.
And my prayers have grown stale,
stored so conveniently
in the cupboard of my heart.
So here’s what I ask:
give me the eyes of a newborn believer;
introduce Yourself to me again.
Amaze me with Your presence
and upset the comfortable balance
of my numb and stable life
with Your strange brand
of fiery grace.
Crack open my courage and my awareness
so that I can finally speak to You
with all of my will and emotions,
with heartfelt needs and honest fumbling,
instead of holding myself back
and offering up such
hollow little prayers.