On Sundays, Night Prayer will focus on an element from the day's celebration of Mass. Tonight, Saint Joseph, a key figure in today's gospel will lead us in our prayer - and perhaps, even in our dreams...
when you allow things to happen
that critically touch and shape us,
turning our lives around,
often in ways we never dreamed would happen,
in ways we hoped would never happen…
And in all of this your word to us
is the angel’s word to Joseph in his dream:
“Be not afraid!"
God is with you...
Was Joseph ready for this, Lord?
Are we ready to renew our trust
weaves itself into our lives:
touching and shaping and turning our lives around
in ways we may have never imagined
And most of all, Lord, are we ready
to trust that you're with us
in everything
Tonight, Lord, we remember Joseph's doubts,
We remember him placing his troubles in your hands
putting his fears aside and trusting in you...
We remember Joseph's dreams
I come to you this night, Lord,
I come with a heart sometimes ready and sometimes not,
to love you, trust you and follow you...
My problems, my worries and my burdens
often loom larger than life
and back me into corners where I feel alone,
wondering where you've brought me,
where you'll lead me
- even if you're still with me...
My heart needs a dream, an angel, a message
good news reminding me: be not afraid...
All day long and even in my sleep, Lord,
remind me, even as you reminded Joseph,
that with you I can face all things,
do all things, endure all things,
accept all things...
Especially when my life's been
spun around, turned upside down;
when my sense of direction fails me;
when I fear the path on which I walk:
remind me then, Lord, to not be afraid,
to trust that you're there, right by my side
and I can be ready
for whatever may come my way...
I pray tonight, Lord, with an open heart
sometimes ready and sometimes not:
but ready or not, Lord
- here I come!
Ready or not, Lord
- here I am
and here I stand
in need of your strength, your mercy and love..
How could it be
This baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?
Lord, I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father let this baby be
The son of my love
Father show me where I fit
Into this plan of yours
How can a man be father
To the Son of God
Lord, for all my life
I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king?
How can I raise a king?
He looks so small
His face and hands so fair
And when He cries
The sun just seems to disappear
And when He laughs it shines again
How could it be?
Into this plan of yours
How can a man be father
To the Son of God
Lord, for all my life
I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king?
How can I raise a king?
How could it be
This baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?
How could it be?
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