I wrote the first version of this prayer in 2012 and have posted it a number of times since then - and today seems just the day for bringing it out again... (Some readers may remember a homily I preached in 2017 in which praying on a park bench was the main image - and the seat from which I preached...)
Sometimes when I want to pray
I picture sitting with you, Lord,
I picture sitting with you, Lord,
on a park bench, on a fine October
day,
the falling leaves, carpeting the ground...
Sometimes we just sit there, Lord,
just the two of us,
in a moment made holy
by the stillness of your presence...
Or I pour out my heart to you
and share my cares and worries
while you listen and take care
to gently wipe away my tears...
to gently wipe away my tears...
Sometimes I savor memories
of older, joyful, peaceful times,
tucked and treasured in my heart,
stored up for harder days...
stored up for harder days...
Sometimes I wait and listen,
oh, how I listen, Lord,
for a word that you might whisper
from your heart's depths to mine...
And sometimes when I listen
- I hear nothing -
save the
silence of your presence
and often, though not always, Lord,
that's word enough for me...
and often, though not always, Lord,
that's word enough for me...
And sometimes we just sit,
you and me together
and sitting by your side
is just enough, just what I need...
I never have to wait for you:
you're always at our bench,
waiting for me, patiently,
waiting for me, patiently,
waiting to receive what joy or pain
my heart might hold, might bring
to our park bench rendezvous...
You're never in a hurry, Lord,
you're always pleased to stay
and pass the time for just as long
as I may like or need...
And in the crunch of autumn leaves
you listen, Lord:
you listen oh-so-closely,
even when my awkward silence
is the only prayer I make...
Sometimes when I want to pray, Lord,
I picture sitting with you, on a park bench,
I picture sitting with you, on a park bench,
on a fine October
day:
the autumn leaves falling
and carpeting the ground...
Amen.
Find a park bench todaydown the street, in a park,in your heart, in your prayer...The Lord is waiting there,waiting for you to come and join himin the quiet, in the silence, in your prayer...
He's waiting to sit with you
and listen with all his heart
to all you have to say,
to every prayer you make...
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