My Morning Cry

Psalm 18:5-6,17-19 The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears. He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the LORD was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

Psalm 56:8 You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.

 
Lord,
This morning I come to you longing to be rescued.  I am your daughter and you are my heavenly Father.  Hide me under your wing, Lord.  Heal my heart.  You know my heart's desires, it's hurts, and it's needs.  I plead to you for healing and direction.  Show me your ways o Lord and the plans you have for me.  Give me strength and hope.  Renew my worth and my purpose.
Amen.