Father, every little noise, every little thing is distracting me during prayer. I can't concentrate. I am irritable. It is as though all of nature is conspiring to keep us apart. Why is it that on some days my cup is overflowing and on others there is barely a taste of your presence?
My Spirit is disturbed. My peace is fleeing. I am anxious. O Lord hide not your face from me. Return to me the joy of your salvation.
My Spirit is disturbed. My peace is fleeing. I am anxious. O Lord hide not your face from me. Return to me the joy of your salvation.
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