For When Words Won’t Come

Sometimes, when I’m lacking the words to pray, I sing.  Specifically, I sing Gregorian Chant – truths and prayers I know to be true and that have always acted as a salve for my aching soul.

Driving into work yesterday, I turned off the CD player and began to sing.

Kyrie eleison  — Christe eleison — Kyrie eleison

(Lord, have mercy — Christ, have mercy — Lord, have mercy)

I followed the Kyrie with the Agnus Dei.

Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis

Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Miserere nobis

Agnus Dei, Qui tollis peccata mundi, Dona nobis pacem

(Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us)

(Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us)

(Lamb of God, you who take away the sins of the world, grant us peace)

 

And as I sang, I prayed – Lord, please.  Have mercy.  Soothe my soul.  Comfort my heart.  Have mercy God, on me – a sinner.  Christ, please help.  Please.  I don’t want to be stuck in this any more.  Lord, have mercy.

This continues to be my prayer – peppered with thanksgiving, when I see Him come though with the mercy and peace I’ve requested.  The hour-long coffee with the pastor I used to intern with, the friends who stand with me through thick and thin (heh), the brief moments when I remember who I am outside this struggle, the hope I find in the perfect Bible verse.  These are tangible reminders of the mercy and grace I’m promised as a daughter, if I will but grasp on to it and believe.

We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.

2 Corinthians 4:8-10 NIV

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