Monday, August 24, 2009
Image: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
Over the past few weeks, Lord,
I've felt these little nudges,
prompts and pokes:
I know they come from you
because they nudge me where I need to go,
prompt me to what must be done,
and poke me when I must get up,
get out and get along...
I offer thanks this morning, Lord
for all the ways you press upon my heart
and gently pull me free of fears that bind
and blind me to your joy...
Grace is the word for all your prodding, Lord:
your gift of love, your Spirit keeping,
saving me from all the selfish folly
of my own designs and doings...
Does ever a day pass by
that you don't stir within my soul,
drop hints inside my heart and move my mind
to muse upon your presence all around?
Is any moment empty
of the whisper of your wisdom
nudging me beyond myself to serve
as I've not served,
to give as I've not given,
to love as I've not thought my heart could love?
The wind of your Spirit
fills the sheets of my soul,
gently guiding me in seas I've never sailed
for fear of shoals I have not known -
while your grace charts my course
steering me to parts and people new
- and with a purpose all your own...
Poke, push, prompt and prod me, Lord,
to waken to your word, calling me
to life more joyful, free and faithful
than all my days thus far...
Open my eyes and ears to those
whose paths cross mine,
who may not yet have felt the gentle press
your grace now places on their hearts...
Good God of Monday morning
and of every starry night,
I praise you for the gift and grace
of every day this week…
Posted by Concord Pastor at 5:00 AM