Lord, you know all my desires and deepest longings. My tears are liquid words, and you can read them all.
Yahweh, you have heard the desires of the humble and seen their hopes. You will hear their cries and encourage their hearts.
I’m worn out with my weeping and groaning. Night after night I soak my pillow with tears, and flood my bed with weeping.
We inwardly sigh as we live in these physical “tents,” longing to put on a new body for our life in heaven,
Nathanael was stunned and said, “But you’ve never met me—how do you know anything about me?” Jesus answered, “Nathanael, right before Philip came to you, I saw you sitting under the shade of a fig tree.”
I’m nothing but skin and bones. Nothing’s left of me but whispered groans.
He listened to all the groaning of his people longing to be free, and he set loose the sons of death to experience life.