Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

The Hidden Dwelling

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Strengthen me, Lord,
in the hidden chambers of my heart,
where no one sees
and even I am sometimes afraid to enter.

Make Your home in me.

Remain
as the Presence
beneath all things,
the holy fire
I cannot see
but somehow sense.

Root me deeply in Your love,
until my roots reach
the places where words disappear
and only mystery remains.

Let me know
the breadth of Your mercy,
the length of Your patience,
the height of Your grace,
the depth of Your love
that has no bottom.

How can I comprehend
the immeasurable?

Perhaps I cannot.

Perhaps I am only asked
to surrender
to the ocean.

To be filled
with what I cannot contain.

For You are able
to do infinitely more
than I can ask or imagine,
and Your kingdom
is already stirring
within this fragile heart.

May Christ dwell here.

May love become the door.

And may I disappear
a little more
into the mystery
of You.

~based on EPH 3:16-21

One response to “The Hidden Dwelling”

  1. There’s a beautiful honesty in this prayer — the willingness to admit that the deepest chambers of the heart are sometimes places we avoid, even though they’re the very places God longs to inhabit. Your language captures that paradox so well: the hiddenness of God’s work and the hiddenness within us that needs His touch.

    The way you lean into mystery feels deeply faithful. You don’t try to explain the immeasurable; you simply open yourself to it. That’s the kind of surrender Paul gestures toward in Ephesians 3 — not comprehension, but capacity, not grasping, but being filled beyond what we can hold.

    “May Christ dwell here. May love become the door.” That’s the line that stays with me. It names the quiet miracle of grace: God doesn’t wait for us to perfect the interior life; He enters it, sanctifies it, and turns even our fragile places into dwelling space for His presence.

    A tender, powerful piece.

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