9/30/24

NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 9/30


 
I was about to thank you, Lord,
for the gift of this perfect fall day
and I was going to mention
that it was a gift I didn't deserve
- and then I remembered
I don't deserve any of my life's blessings:
   I've done nothing to merit them,
   none of them are owed me  
   and certainly - 'tis I who's in debt to you...

Everything good in my life, Lord,
   Every. Good. Thing.
is a gift from you:
    unmerited, freely given
    by One who owes me nothing
    but to whom I'm deep in debt 
    right up to my ears...
 
Every good thing in my life, Lord:
    this last day in September;
    every breath I take;
    my family, 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 blessings, gifts, talents,
        curiosity and sense of wonder,
    and everything I know
       through vision, sight, and touch
    - all this, Lord, is surely, purely gift from you,
        unmerited, unearned and undeserved...

And I've little to offer in return, Lord
    save my gratitude, my humble thank-you,
        my empty hands, raised up in prayer...
 
So, thank you for this glorious day, Lord,
   and for all that fills my heart 
and for your Spirit opening wide my eyes 
    to see how 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.
 
How Great Thou Art by Peter Hollens
 
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Oh Lord my GodWhen I in awesome wonderConsider all the worldsThy hands have made
I see the starsI hear the rolling thunderThy power throughoutThe universe displayed
 
Then sings my soul  My Savior, God, to TheeHow great thou art  How great thou art
Then 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 hear the brook 
and feel the gentle breeze
 
When Christ shall comeWith shouts of acclamationAnd take me homeWhat joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bowWith humble adorationAnd then proclaim My GodHow great Thou art
 

  

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