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I

Felt nothing

Saw nothing

Sensed nothing

This forest is an empty room

Bruised knuckles in the dark.

Splinters from Heaven’s door

Fallen on the floor

When it was day I wished for the night

When it was night I wished for the day

The agony of prayer

The agony of prayerlessness

I can never be master...

I can never gain control

Not only am I saved by grace—

Must I live by it as well?

Must I live by grace in prayer?

What’s the point in praying

When I know

You’re in control?

"Before I call...

You will answer.

While I speak...

You have already heard."

(Isaiah 65:24)

There’s no point in praying

When I am in control.