The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the exiles of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.
— Psalm 147:2-5 NIV

 
If you are a builder, then build me —
	part of a connected house, yet
	set apart for your glory.

If you are a gatherer, then gather me close —
	wrapped in arms of grace,
	fully loved and intimately known.

If you are a healer, then heal me whole —
        grace applied liberally,
        boundless mercy for wounded soul.

If you number and name the stars, then call my name too —
	a mere pin dot in a universe of people, yet
	never overlooked by You.

If you are mighty in power, then be mighty through me —
        life giving words aptly spoken, and
        needs met. Seen and unseen.

If your understanding has no limit, then understand me —
          an unwieldy clay pot am I, and
          crafted ever so fearfully.
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Now, read Psalm 147:2-5 at the top, again. The poem that follows is but a prayer through the passage. 

If you're at a loss as to what to pray, praying through Scripture is a wonderful way to approach our Lord. You'll know you're praying His will, and you can rest knowing that you're praying truth, when You pray through the Word.

I pray His blessings on you today.

In Jesus' name, Amen.