God, my Lord and my King
My Creator and my Savior
Guide my thoughts and direct my heart
Help me to know your Spirit in me
Help me to see your hand at work in the world around me
Give me eyes to see and ears to hear
Break my heart in ways that lead to healing
Heal my heart in ways that lead to breaking
Hold me close to you and allow me to feel your strength
Draw me close to you and allow me to feel your love
Help me to understand how someone as messed up as me can be a priest
How someone like me can be your ambassador
How someone like me can be your hands and feet
How someone like me can be called your child
How can you use someone so lost and confused
Let me see your hand
Let me hear your voice
Let me be in your midst
Let me encourage the depressed
Let me be strength for those that are weak
Pour me into those who are empty
And fill me up so I can be poured out again
Give me a voice for the oppressed
Give me ears to hear their voices
And feet to walk in their shoes,
And hands to heal
And shoulders to carry their burdens
Help me to lose myself in the glory of what you are doing here on earth
While I long for what can be
And for what ought to be
And for what is still to come
Grant me the courage to cast aside the god of safety
And the notion that I can create security here on earth
Help me embrace the magnificence of your creation
Without the need to own it
Without the need to control it
Without the need to covet it
But with a heart to honor it
And to delight in it, because it is yours
Help me to know your firm, but gentle grip
Of your hand around my heart
Help me to walk into the deeper water
Help me to take your light into the darker places
Help me be who you have created me to be
Without fear
Without doubt
Without hesitation
Without the chains that hold me down
But instead with your Spirit of boldness
Of Courage
Of unwavering faith
With the immediacy that the gospel demands
Grant me the humility to know
That I don’t know, but you do
Grant me the willingness to act anyway
Give me enough understanding to know I am lost
And enough to know that I am found
That I am weak, but not without strength
That in my confusion, there is wisdom
That fear can lead to courage
That the hardness of my heart can be melted away
That a mess of a man like me can still be used
May I someday see your glory, even before I see you face to face
May I someday feel your presence, even before I am I kneeling at your throne
May I someday know the filling of your Spirit
May I someday be broken enough to be used
May I someday know peace in the midst of chaos
Above all else, may I know you, God
My Lord and my King
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