Prayer of the searching heart

A Prayer of the Searching Heart

Oh Lord—
You are not frozen, nor confined by the unimaginative coffins
we so often build in the hollows of our own minds.
Our linear logic, our hollow doctrines,
our inexcusable attempts to capture the wind—
all of it is futility.
To grasp Your mind is like trying to wrangle the sea,
like chasing tides with empty hands.
Such feudal energy spent attempting to describe
the majestic divinity of the Great Artist—
You who paint the universe,
who hang the stars and twinkle them at Your will.

You are playful, God.
Creator, Father, Leader, Lord, Shepherd.
Divine.
Higher than my highest thought.
Musical in Your very essence.
Hilarious in Your joy.
Filled with laughter—and yet powerful
beyond all earthly metaphor.
Nothing here can represent
the weight and wonder of Your presence.

And so my heart pants for You.
My lungs stretch toward You.
My soul inquires, digs, searches like a miner
desperate for gold—
for the one precious gem that is You.
I search because nothing else offers hope.
All is hopeless without You.

You are as close as I desire You to be—
so be close now.
Come near through these writings.
Let the Artist’s paintbrush become my tongue.
Let my fingertips become instruments of Your glory.
Let the only audience be You,
and You alone.
No seeking applause.
No reaching for pleasure.
Only faithfulness with the gift You have given—
this heart that stirs passionately to express You.

Oh Lord,
let me express.
Let beauty abound.
Let these words find their place on the page
and wrap themselves in Your radiance.

Amen.