Forgive our seeking.
For we have searched all the corners but failed to come to the rock.
We are tired.
We are worn.
And you would have us this way.
For, this is the curse if we are bent on seeking safety in what our hands can make or do.
It is restlessness.
It is to roam the earth with a mark like Cain.
We confess our sacrifices are little because we doubt you’ll replenish our barns.
We confess our prayers are short and weak because we doubt you actually hear us.
We confess our mornings and evenings are marked by fear not eager expectation.
Father, see our iniquity no more.
Mark us clean and then mark us changed.
Mark us with resurrection smell and child hope.
Mark us for yourself.
Remove the Cain in us for we are tired of the cancer.
Hear us, our Redeemer, and may we dance like David again.
May we rejoice in your glory and not feebly seek our own.
May we hope in your kingdom and reject the desire to build our own.
See us. Hear us. Come near us.
It is with expectation and joy we pray, amen.