I Need You Lord

[Desperate Prayer of Repentance-During a Dry Season]

There are seasons where the soul feels dry—where God’s voice seems distant and the weight of our regrets louder than His whispers. This poem was born in such a time. It’s the cry of someone who knows the Lord but has stumbled… someone aching to feel His nearness again. If you find yourself in that place—wrestling with silence, shame, or longing for restoration—may these words give language to your heart’s cry.

Let it lead you to the only One who can restore, heal, and cleanse: the God of mercy, who still draws near to the brokenhearted.

Psalm 51:17 — “A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”

You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.

Psalm 63:1

I Need You, Lord
Desperate Prayer of Repentance – During a Dry Season
Inspired by Psalm 51

God, You know my heart—the secret things.
You see when it aches… and when it sings.
I need You, Lord. My spirit longs, but my flesh is weak.
It’s Your holy love and guidance that I seek.

The shadows of my past still taunt and chase.
Prophecy unfolds—time quickens its pace.
I need You, Lord, to wash my gown clean,
So when we meet again, Your smile is what’s seen.

I want to run into Your arms, undone—
To bask in Your embrace, not shrink or run.
Not stand before You, bare and bowed in shame,
But robed in grace, whispering Your Name.

Forgive me, Lord, for the roads I chose in pride;
I accept the fire—and worship from inside.
Man sees the outer shell and judges by sight,
But You search the heart… and call forth light.

You’ve known me, Lord, since breath first filled my chest.
Still—I long to change, to find in You my rest.
Let me be hidden, wrapped in mercy’s flame.
Less of me… and more of Your Name.

I need You, Lord—I am Yours. You are mine.
No power, no distance, no stretch of time
Can break this bond—but still I feel alone,
As if You’ve moved… and left me on my own.

I need You, Lord. I can’t see Your face.
I reach for Your hand—but touch only space.
Help me, Lord, to sift truth from fear,
To silence the lie that says You’re not near.

Jesus, I love You. You died in my place…
I want to die to myself—to finish this race.
Strengthen my soul to keep pressing through,
Until I soar home… like a dove to You.

These distant feelings—I cast them down.
Replace them with courage, a heavenly crown.
Help me to take every thought captive each day—
And place You alone at the center always.

Teach me to love… the way You love still.
To bless this earth according to Your will.
Let mercy fall like rain from above—
And drench every soul in Heaven’s love.

Psalm 51 [A Psalm of David]

Have mercy on me, O God,
    according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
    blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
    and cleanse me from my sin.

For I know my transgressions,
    and my sin is always before me.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
    and done what is evil in your sight;
so you are right in your verdict
    and justified when you judge.
Surely I was sinful at birth,
    sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb;
    you taught me wisdom in that secret place.

Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
    wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.

 Let me hear joy and gladness;
    let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins
    and blot out all my iniquity.

Create in me a pure heart, O God,
    and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
    or take your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation
    and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
    so that sinners will turn back to you.
Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God,
    you who are God my Savior,
    and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.
Open my lips, Lord,
    and my mouth will declare your praise.
You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
    you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit;
    a broken and contrite heart
    you, God, will not despise.

May it please you to prosper Zion,
    to build up the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous,
    in burnt offerings offered whole;
    then bulls will be offered on your altar.

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. –2 Peter 3:9

I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent. –Luke 15:7

Worship from the Wilderness

Let each song be a step on the path back home.

“Create in Me” – Rend Collective
Let this be your opening prayer—honest, broken, and surrendered. Let the Spirit search you and begin the work of cleansing.
“Create in me a clean, clean heart…”

“Nothing Else” – Cody Carnes
Strip it all away. The noise, the striving, the guilt. In this moment, confess: “Jesus… I just want You.”
“I’m sorry when I’ve just gone through the motions…”

“I Need You More” – Zoe Group
Let the longing rise from within. Cry out with the simplicity of a child—“I need You more than anything.”
“More than the air I breathe…”

“Psalm 63” – Jeremy Riddle
You are not alone in the wilderness. Even David thirsted in the desert. Lift your eyes and remember—He sees you.
“In a dry and weary land, I have seen You in the sanctuary.”

“Returning” – Jeremy Riddle
This is your altar moment. Let the fire fall. You’re not just repenting—you’re rebuilding communion.
“I’m returning to the secret place…”

“I Belong to Jesus (Oh Hallelujah)” – Bethel Music & Paul McClure
Let joy rise from the ashes. You are His. No shame, no distance, no darkness can change that. Dance into His arms.
“Oh hallelujah… I belong to Jesus.”

Final Blessing from Me to You

Dear reader,

If your heart is tired… if your prayers feel like whispers lost in the wind…
I want you to know this:

This is only a season.
A dry one, yes—but even deserts bloom when the rain comes.
Don’t let the silence lie to you.
You are not abandoned. You are not disqualified.
And this ache inside you? It’s proof that you still belong to Him.

Run to the Father—even if all you have left is a limp.
You don’t need to be strong.
You just need to be His.

Let your tears be the oil poured at His feet.
Let your weakness become the doorway to His strength.
And when your voice feels too faint to cry out,
remember: He hears the heart before He hears the sound.

You were never meant to carry this alone.

Keep running to him, beloved.
Through the silence.
Through the shadows.
All the way home.

With love and fire,

Angelica (Soliana), Daughter of the King. Lionborne Forever.