Your cry, though it be but four words, has come up unto God, and He has heard your groaning. Scripture tells us that when Israel sighed by reason of bondage, their cry came up unto God, sharp and shrill and intense, and it burst through the gates of heaven. And then we read, God heard their groaning. He marks the gradations of our sorrow, the sigh, the cry, the groan, and not one of them is lost upon His ear.
Take comfort from this, that if the cry of a young raven, which has no warrant but its natural hunger, gains an audience with Divine benevolence, how much more shall your cry prevail, when you entreat for mercy through the blood of His dear Son. You have what the raven never had, a warrant derived from Divine exhortation to approach the throne of grace, and a cry which, if it be sincere, is the result of a work of grace in your heart. The streams of Divine grace flow from the upper springs, and it is a nobler work for the Most High to bestow spiritual mercy than to feed the birds of the air.
Do not delay for a single hour, as if the time were not yet come for you to approach the Saviour. He would not have you wait. Come now, as a beggar and not as a creditor, craving and not demanding, and use only this argument, Lord, hear me, for Thou art gracious and Jesus died. Pour out your heart before Him, for that is what He bids you do. Trust in Him at all times, ye people, pour out your hearts before Him.
If your eyes fail while you look for comfort, remember that His eyes do not fail, nor His arm either. The best place for comfort is in His Word, and though you may not immediately find the consolation you seek, continue to look there till light breaks. It may be that this painful pathway is God's way of fetching you out of bondage, making the house of bondage too hot for you that you may be brought out with a mighty hand.
There is pardon for transgressions past, it matters not how black their cast, and for sins to come there is pardon too, all blotted out at once by the precious blood of Jesus Christ, who alone is the way of salvation. If you perish praying for mercy through that blood, you will be the first that ever perished so. Cry on, and believe too, for believing brings the morning star.
May the Lord help you to thirst not for relief alone, but for God Himself, and to say from your soul, O God, Thou art my God, early will I seek Thee. My soul thirsts for Thee. He is near to all who call upon Him in truth, and He will not fail you nor forsake you when you cast yourself upon Christ. Look to Jesus now, and live.