Pull Up a Chair

Jesus, slow down all the words in my head. Teach me to hear what is actually said. I want to be useful; I'm reaching too fast. Don't let my answer get ahead of the ask. No need to pull every wound into view. No need to know what belongs just to You. Help me be steady when sentences break. And wait for the words they are ready to make. Don't let a pause become something I fill. Let me be present without bending their will. If they say stop, let me stop without blame. Don't make refusal a debt or a shame. They owe me no reason to ask for some space. Let me step back and keep offering grace. Help me be kind when no thanks come my way. Don't make my kindness a debt they must pay. Pull up a chair... Slow the rush in me. Let the silence have its place. They don't owe a word to me. Jesus, keep my hands unclenched. Keep my heart awake. Let them choose what they can share And what they need to keep. What if they say nothing? What if I feel small? Can I bear that silence Without building up a wall? Lord, I feel so helpless. I can't make this right. Teach me to stay gentle Through a wordless stretch of night. I want to lift the weight... But I cannot pull it free. Let that ache become compassion, Not a claim on what they need. Don't let me reach for a lesson to teach. When all they have asked is a friend within reach. Help me to ask before taking their hand. And hear "not today" without making demands. Don't measure healing by what I can see. Or make their next step a reflection of me. Give me discernment, with kindness intact. To name what is true without pushing them back. Their choices are theirs; I am here as a friend. Love doesn't need every story to end. Help me be faithful when trust takes its time. Their healing belongs in Your hands, not in mine. Show me the help I can offer today. Then let them decide; I don't choose their way. When I feel rejected, search what I call right. Their "no" is no reason to turn out the light. NO PRICE! For a seat beside me. NO PROOF! For the love You ask of me. Jesus, tear down The need to be seen. Let me be near... And let them be free. Pull up a chair... Slow the rush in me. Let the silence have its place. They don't owe a word to me. Jesus, keep my hands unclenched. Keep my heart awake. Let them choose what they can share And what they need to keep. I don't have to own the answer. I can learn to hear. You are faithful in the quiet. Teach me to be here. A chair... Some room... An open hand. Lord, let me learn To understand. No rush to respond. No demand to be known. Make room... let love be real.