O Father of mercy, draw near to the trembling heart,
to the soul weighed low beneath unseen scars.
Speak Your truth where lies have taken root,
let Your light break through like dawn in the dark.
Whisper to the one who feels small,
“I formed you with wonder, I crafted you in love.”
Lift their weary chin with Your gentle hand,
and let them see themselves as You see from above.
Let every voice of shame fall silent,
every accusing shadow flee at Your name.
Let the fire of Your affection surround them,
reminding them they are priceless, chosen, claimed.
Where they say, “I am not enough,”
let Your Spirit breathe, “You are Mine.”
Where they feel weak, be their strength;
where they feel broken, be their design.
Wrap them in peace like a garment of light,
wrap them in grace that never rejects.
Let them feel the steady heartbeat of Heaven
pulsing with love that fiercely protects.
Father, restore their sight to truth—
to see worth not in performance, but in belonging;
not in perfection, but in Your promise;
not in their failures, but in Your unfailing longing.
Hold them close until shame dissolves,
until hope rises like a song in their chest.
And let them know—deep, unshakably—
that they are treasured, valued, and blessed.
Amen.
to the soul weighed low beneath unseen scars.
Speak Your truth where lies have taken root,
let Your light break through like dawn in the dark.
Whisper to the one who feels small,
“I formed you with wonder, I crafted you in love.”
Lift their weary chin with Your gentle hand,
and let them see themselves as You see from above.
Let every voice of shame fall silent,
every accusing shadow flee at Your name.
Let the fire of Your affection surround them,
reminding them they are priceless, chosen, claimed.
Where they say, “I am not enough,”
let Your Spirit breathe, “You are Mine.”
Where they feel weak, be their strength;
where they feel broken, be their design.
Wrap them in peace like a garment of light,
wrap them in grace that never rejects.
Let them feel the steady heartbeat of Heaven
pulsing with love that fiercely protects.
Father, restore their sight to truth—
to see worth not in performance, but in belonging;
not in perfection, but in Your promise;
not in their failures, but in Your unfailing longing.
Hold them close until shame dissolves,
until hope rises like a song in their chest.
And let them know—deep, unshakably—
that they are treasured, valued, and blessed.
Amen.
