O Lord, you know -
You know our stories. You know how we digested Your words, which delighted our hearts and brought us joy. You know our pains, our wounds, and our complaints.
You know that sometimes we call You deceitful and state that Your healing waters fail.
You know how we wonder why our pains and wounds refuse to be healed.
You know, O Lord.
You know, You listen, You meet us in our stories, and You tell us to turn toward You and stand before You. You tell us to speak what is precious. You tell us that our persecutors will not prevail over us. You tell us that You are with us.
And indeed You are.
In Your knowing, remember us…fortify us…save us…deliver us…redeem us.
Amen.