Oh, the splendor of the Son, bowing in the midnight shade— Your will, not mine, be done. With the lights of supper gone, He faced the dark and prayed. Oh, the splendor of the Son. Freely, tears began to run as His purpose weighed. Your will, not mine, be done. The perfect […]
Read more "The Splendor of the Son"Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God. -Matthew 5:8 Lord, build around my heart a wall of grace to sift the daily facts as they come in that nothing but the truth would find a place and nothing but Your love would dwell within. Refuse despair an entrance to […]
Read more "Prayer for a Pure Heart"–Bend your will to where His word is bent. Search the sights He’s set for you to see. Bring in, captive, every thought you’ve sent from heart to mind where all your wants will be. – –Plain as plain it lies out on the page. No wasted words, the written will we read. Notes of […]
Read more "Seeking the Changeless"We bow our hearts before You, Lord, in simple thankfulness outpoured for You, our God, have made us rich: You spread your gifts out like the stars— skies and skies of diamond shards that catch Your light in the dark and shine— a billion testaments to love that we can only see the edges of. […]
Read more "A Thanksgiving Prayer"Who can know the purpose of the King, or probe His mind to hear His hidden ways? Who can tell the reason for their days, the sighs or joys their earthly song will sing? They come in anguished sorrow oft to ring their pleas and prayers before the throne and gaze steadfastly waiting, ready for […]
Read more "Waiting in the Dark"Help me O Lord, for my soul shrinks away, my flesh is consumed with groaning. My body groans as an old man, my spirt, like a grieving mother. For round and round my thoughts have gone and never find a rock on which to rest, leaves that float, then dip and never touch the […]
Read more "A Psalm for Rescue From my Sin"We do not pray because our God may fail to halt or change some great disaster grim. Nor yet because by long beseeching Him our words win out and our great faith prevail. We do not seek more prayers to tip the scale of heavenly action to our earthly whim, or nudge a grudging God […]
Read more "Why We Pray"The dew has fallen on the grass like tears. The early mourning sun has touched the sky. And far above, that promontory high, Gilboa, rises from the misty years. The shrike of arms, the shattering of spears are memories the wind bears in its sigh. The place for kings and warriors to die is […]
Read more "The Song of Gilboa"– Arm me for battle, Lord, that I may fight the battles facing soldiers blessed with ease: the callousness within my soul toward light that hardens all the ground sins’ battles seize; a mind recalcitrant and sharp with doubt that you would ever answer my complaint; the stab of fear that all I’ve learned about […]
Read more "Arm me for Battle"Lord of creation, Maker of light, God of all originality, Speaker of Worlds, Great Master Sculptor, use me for Your creativity. – Let me think freshly; help me to see truth’s pristine and always beautiful. God of the past, History maker, shine, through me, immutability. – Lend me Your thinking, Thinker of skill, Sage of […]
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