There once was a judge who just didn’t care.
He scoffed at the people, saying, “Life isn’t fair.”
But a widow kept coming, both early and late,
She knocked and she knocked at his iron gate.
She asked for some justice. He said, “Go away.”
But she knocked once again, the very next day.
She kept on knocking, which he tried to ignore.
Her knocking just echoed and rattled his door.
At last he gave in. He gave what she sought.
Not out of kindness, but being distraught.
Jesus said, “Listen. This judge was unjust—
Yet he answered her plea, though lacking in trust.”
How much more swiftly will God hear your cry—
He who loves you completely and rules from on high?
You’re never alone when you kneel down to pray.
Your voice reaches Heaven and is heard each day.
You don’t need to shout, be strong, or feel grand.
Just offer your heart and the work of your hand.
God’s power is alive inside of you still,
To shape you and move you according to his will.
You shine like the stars in a world that is dark.
Each prayer that you whisper ignites a small spark.
You may feel quite weak and small.
But you can be sure God sees it all.
We live in a world that says, “Do some more.”
But hustle and striving will drain down your core.
Instead of collapsing or trying to win,
Start right where you are. Just give what’s within.
Remember the fish? And the five little loaves?
They weren’t very much, but oh, how it grows.
When placed in his hands, your “little” will feed
A crowd full of hearts with all that they need.
So give God your strength, even if it feels thin.
He’ll stretch it and bless it and fill you within.
You don’t need to wait till you’ve got a full cup.
Just trust him and pray. And never give up.
