Sometimes the inexpressible yearning of the heart can only be translated into sighs. The cry of the heart is an odd thing. There are no words, but the inarticulate longings of a hungry heart constitute some of the most eloquent and precise prayers a man will ever pray.
There is plenty of groaning in the natural. We hear it every day in the news. Social feeds are rife with the angst ridden complaints of the mass, or mess, of humanity, as it seeks peace and purpose in a world imploding upon itself. Worst of all, complaints cascade from the lips of the church, from my stained tongue, diminishing all that God has done and wants to be to us.
But the groanings of a discontented world and those of the human heart seeking after God are not of the same nature. These are the concentrated cries of a pilgrim, squeezed of all oratory.
John 11:33 When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled,
John 11:38 Jesus therefore again groaning in himself cometh to the grave. It was a cave, and a stone lay upon it.
Acts 7:34 I have seen, I have seen the affliction of my people which is in Egypt, and I have heard their groaning, and am come down to deliver them. And now come, I will send thee into Egypt.
Rom. 8:23 And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.
2Cor. 5:2 For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven:
2Cor. 5:4 For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.
My heart yearns to see God move in my generation. I long for the move of God promised and prophesied and call for it to begin in me with deep repentance. A turning from the tentacles of the world and wholeheartedly toward Heaven. The cry, “They Kingdom Come” is not a frivolous one. It has been said that we should be careful what we ask for, and it is true. His Kingdom coming means yours must move. The totem pole of false affections must be felled and the cross take its place.
Oh, my Father, how dearly my heart clings in fear to these passing securities, yet you are there ready to catch me if I fall. Do a work deep in my spirit that so scours my heart of falsity I will be a different man. Let the new man burst from this cocoon of contradiction and take his place in your purposes.
Oh, Papa, Son and Holy Ghost, lift my eyes above the natural and flood my thirsty spirit from your reservoir of love!
I cannot count the times I plead for your help, the gnawing relentless hunger that grapples for your presence.
Sin has tied me earthbound, sins of commission and omission, fueled by my unbelief and misplaced trust in men and me.
Dear loving King, shower mercy on your servant, and wash and clothe your son for service. To truly, finally and fully bow my heart to your goodness.