{"id":3079,"date":"2016-11-20T19:30:04","date_gmt":"2016-11-20T19:30:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3079"},"modified":"2018-02-27T14:25:23","modified_gmt":"2018-02-27T21:25:23","slug":"the-hidden-prayer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/11\/20\/the-hidden-prayer\/","title":{"rendered":"The Hidden Prayer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. The burdened sigh, the trickling tear, the hopeful glance above.<\/li>\n
  2. The couraged step, the trembled voice, the awkward embraced love.<\/li>\n
  3. The desperate heart, the longing soul, the lingering desire.<\/li>\n
  4. The tightened chest, the grieving breast, the eager want for higher.<\/li>\n
  5. The drooping frown, the trying smile, the piercing hunger pangs.<\/li>\n
  6. The drowning self, the tired feet, the mem\u2019ries of hymns sang.<\/li>\n
  7. Th\u2019unsteady hand, the unsure stand, the anxious cluttered mind.<\/li>\n
  8. The wearied yoke, the wroughted core; a\u00a0prayer\u00a0in\u00a0these I find.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    The burdened sigh, the trickling tear, the hopeful glance above. The couraged step, the trembled voice, the awkward embraced love. The desperate heart, the longing soul, the lingering desire. The tightened chest, the grieving breast, the eager want for higher. The drooping frown, the trying smile, the piercing hunger pangs. The drowning self, the tired […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3306,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3079","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2016\/11\/3-15.jpg?fit=900%2C506&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-NF","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2984,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/06\/22\/down-the-hatch\/","url_meta":{"origin":3079,"position":0},"title":"Down the Hatch","author":"Kim Siever","date":"22 June 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Doubt your doubts, and dull your pain; another shot of prayer. Fear your fears, and drown your ache; a pint of scripture share. Strain your strain, and slosh your sting; a flask of fasting true. 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