I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. Interlude Come quickly, Lord, and answer me, for my depression deepens. Don’t turn away from me, or I will die. Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you.
- Psalm 143:6-8

Lord, incline Your ear to our outstretched hands in times of desperate need. Cultivate our trust in Your unfailing love with every new morning, and strengthen us in You alone when our strength gives out.