A Concord Pastor Comments: NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 9/19

I was about to thank you, Lord,

for the gift of this beautiful fall day,

I was going to mention

it was a gift I didn't deserve

and then I remembered:

I'm not deserving of any of my blessings,

I've done nothing to merit them,

I'm certianly not owed them

- indeed, I'm the one in debt to you...

Every good thing in my life, Lord,

is a blessing, a grace from you:

unmerited, freely given,

from you who owe me nothing

but to whom I'm in debt

up to my ears...

Every good thing in m life, Lord:

this beautiful September day;

every breath I take;

my family, my friends

and all who love and care for me;

my memories, good and bad alike;

my imagination and my sense of humor;

every joy I've ever known and treasured;

every sadness that has stretched my heart;

all my talents, abilities and interests,

intuition, curiosity and sense of wonder;

and everything I sense and know

through vision, sight, hearing, taste and touch;

all this, O Lord, and more, pure gift from you:

undeserved, unmerited, unearned...

And in return, Lord, I've so little I might offer

save my gratitude, my humble thank-you,

my small, empty hands, raised up in prayer...

So, thank you, Lord, for this day's gifts

and all that fills my heart

and for your Spirit opening wide my eyes

to see how truly blessed I am...

Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake

and watch over me as I sleep

that awake, I might keep watch with you

and asleep, rest in your peace...

Amen.

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Oh Lord, my GodWhen I, in awesome wonderConsider all the worlds Thy hands have madeI see the stars, I hear the rolling thunderThy power throughout the universe displayed

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to TheeHow great Thou art, how great Thou artThen sings my soul, my Savior God to TheeHow great Thou art, how great Thou art

When through the woods

And forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook and feel the gentle breeze

It is well with my soul

It is well, it is well with my soul

When Christ shall come

With shout of acclamationAnd take me home, what joy shall fill my heartThen I shall bow, in humble adorationAnd then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art

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