A prayer unspoken is yet a prayer known. The lips may be sealed, but the heart’s groaning rises as incense before the throne. There is a sealed garden within every true soul, a fountain shut up, a spring known only to the Husbandman. He who reads the thoughts can interpret a tear before it falls, and He needs no words to weigh the burden of the spirit.
You have not named your trouble, but I am persuaded the Spirit has already uttered it with groanings which cannot be uttered. Peradventure you have come to this house like one searching for a sign, asking within yourself, “If the preacher should speak to my case, then I will know the Lord has heard me.” Remember Eliezer at the well: he asked, and before he had done speaking, Rebekah came. So the Lord often sends the answer while the desire is yet forming on the tongue. We have prayed for you, not knowing your face, but bearing up a case just like yours in secret supplication. And now I have a hope dancing in my heart that this very word meets you.
But let me press a tender warning. There is a peril in carrying a hidden burden alone when Christ invites you to cast it upon Him. Secret grief kept from the Mercy Seat can become a secret fault, a fretting unbelief that says the Lord cannot reach this shadowed place. Do not sit upon your burden and cry out for another to lift it; rather, roll it over upon Him who says, “My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.” What is His burden? It is to trust His finished work, to walk in the light as He is in the light, even when the flesh would prefer the dark. The hidden sin that nobody sees is yet open before Him with whom we have to do. There is no discharge in this war against our own depravity, every man must bear his own burden of original sin and personal accountability. But oh, the mercy! Christ’s burden is not the crushing weight of guilt, but the sweet yoke of submission to a faithful Creator.
Pray, then, plainly. You need no Prayer Book, no borrowed devotion. Come just as you are, and say, “Lord, Thou knowest what I need. Do as Thou hast said.” Plead the promise. Take hold of the covenant by sacred violence, as Jacob did when he wrestled and would not let go. The answer may not come in the likeness you expect, it pleased God to touch the hollow of Jacob’s thigh before He gave the blessing, but it will come.
If you are hidden away in an ungodly home, or constrained by circumstance so that you cannot speak to any mortal ear, remember: you are not hidden from the Lord. He can read that hot tear before it falls. He numbers the silent sighs. And perhaps this very veiling of your trial is the seal of His special love, a call to walk alone with Him in the secret place of the Most High. Let the outcome of this hidden thing be plain and manifest: holiness, truthfulness, zeal for God shining before men. Trust the Spirit to fill the upper lakes of private devotion, and the Nile of outward service will rise and refresh many. Go home and cry to God in secret about that soul, perhaps your own soul, and bring it to Jesus’ feet. Lay it there.