At best we mumble.
At best we stutter.
At best our half-hearts desire to desire
And need to need.
And your mercy listens,
And your Spirit hears what You define
And in Christ our words are clear to you:
Maybe they only amount to “help.”
But this is true:
That here, here, is nothing.
And You, You, are everything.
And your help is swift,
And it’s rarely what we want it to be.
But it’s always what we need it to be.