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Dear Reader,
From the poet, a quiet offering: not a finished prayer, but the space where prayer begins when our own words run out. Romans 8:26 has long stood as a comfort in the midst of trial, heartache, deep need, and sickness—those hours when speech fails and we scarcely know how to ask. These lines attempt only to linger there with you, where the Spirit takes up what we cannot speak and carries it, unuttered yet perfectly known, before the throne.
May they meet you in whatever burden you carry.
With respect,
The Poet
Romans 8:26 (KJV)
Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.
When frailty bows the soul that fain would pray,
And speech itself dissolves upon the tongue,
The Spirit draws anear to aid the way
Where mortal utterance fails, and prayer is young.
We know not what to ask, nor how to frame
The inmost need that language cannot bear;
Yet He, who searches every hidden claim,
With groanings unexpressed makes intercession there.
No human word is needed at the throne;
Love’s own deep sigh becomes the perfect plea—
And what was weak is lifted, and made known
In silence more articulate than speech can be.
Thus strength is poured where weakness once held sway,
And every unformed cry is answered still;
The Spirit prays, and heaven meets the clay
In grace that does the Father’s perfect will.
