There is a God who answers prayers...

A poem. And an update from my week.

There is a God who answers prayers, who hears your cries in the dead of night.

There is a God who answers prayers, whose faithfulness cannot be faulted.

There is a God who answers prayers, whose ear is inclined to the whispers of your hearts.



There is a God who answers prayers.

I know this because He has answered mine.

The ones prayed through a waterfall of tears, where my heart was so torn I barely could mutter words.

The ones prayed through gritted teeth, where everything in me fought the words that left my lips ‘your will be done’.

The ones prayed with such a small amount of faith that you would need a magnifying glass to see the desperate plea, ‘help me’.

There is a God who answers prayers.

I know this because I have seen it.

I have seen those ‘suddenly’ answers to prayers, the ones that swoop in like an eagle onto prey, so unexpected, so quickly, so kairos.

I have seen those drip–drip-drip answers to prayers where you watch as bit by bit Jericho walls begin to crum…