I cried

(Brooks, "A Word in Season to Suffering Saints")

The child has got many a kiss, and many a hug
—by crying.

"In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my
 God for help. From His temple He heard my voice;
 my cry came before Him, into His ears." Psalm 18:6

Prayer is the only means to supply all defects;
prayer gets all, and makes up for the loss of all.

It is not the length—but the strength of prayer;
it is not the labor of the lip—but the travail of the
heart—which prevails with God. It is not . . .
the arithmetic of our prayers—how many they are; nor
the rhetoric of our prayers—how eloquent they are; nor
the geometry of our prayers—how long they are; nor
the music of our prayers—how sweet they are; nor
the logic of our prayers—how methodical they are
—which will prevail with God. It is only fervency in
prayer, which will make a man prevalent with God.
Fervent prayer hits the mark, and pierces the walls
of heaven!

"In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and He
 answered by setting me free." Psalm 118:5