Threshing Floor Prayer

I’m gleaning in your fields again, Lord, your poor and needy one.

All I asked was to gather leftovers, but I was even provided protection and refreshment.

I fall on my face, for I don’t understand why I find favor in your eyes.

You comfort me and speak kindly to me, though I am an outsider.

You satisfy my need, and more.

I come softly and lay down at your feet.

I am your servant, spread your wings over me, for you are a redeemer!

You tell me not to fear.

How can you say I am worthy? Do you remember where I am from?

I will rest at your feet until morning.

I hold out my garment before you, and you pour out on me your abundant kindness and mercy.

I sit still.

I know you keep your promises, but waiting is hard for your anxious one.

You are willing and able to redeem.

You know I have no inheritance.

You know I am poor and needy.

You know I have nothing.

Yet you are not afraid of my condition.

You come close enough to redeem.

You will restore my life.

I am not satisfied simply gleaning in your fields or lying at your feet.

Lord, I want you!

Blessed be the Lord, who has not left me without a redeemer.