My God, here in the hours of the late night I rest in your presence. I came boldly, dragging my ragged self into your holy light. You know, my God, that I do not read your word because I am holy, but because I am sick, and need your medicine.
You are the source of all that is sweet and bright in my life, the one who refreshes me when I am beyond refreshing. Those who look to you are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame! Do good to your servant that I may live and obey your word. Remember your promise to never think of my sins again. Deal gently with me and lift up my face, for I am dust, a whisper of smoke that quickly passes.
How great is your love for those who fear you! And you keep my tears in a bottle. So now grant me this, Lord: that you come near to me, for I am lonely and weak in heart. Come here, please, as I come to you. Let me be as St. John who rested his head on your chest at the table. And I will look up with joy, because you have heard my request. I will hold my chin high because you have been kind to me. I know you have heard my prayers for help and will deliver me from all my troubles.
"The righteous man has many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all."
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