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

    with the All-American Boys Chorus 

 

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Oh Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made

I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed

 

Then sings my soul  My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art  How great thou art

Then sings my soul  My Savior, God, to Thee
How 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 come
With shouts of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart

Then I shall bow
With humble adoration
And then proclaim My God
How great Thou art

 

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