So often, Lord,
I let worry build the walls
that keep me from your grace,
I let worry build the walls
that keep me from your grace,
from your desire to help me
do the next right thing,
speak the next right word
and make the next right move...
do the next right thing,
speak the next right word
and make the next right move...
Too often, Lord,
I isolate my spirit and I fail,
so slow am I to welcome
all the help, the lift, the gifts you offer
when I'm trapped in my anxiety,
doubt my self in fear
and mistrust my will to do what I must do...
All too often, Lord,
I find reasons to excuse myself
from my responsibility
to seize the opportunity
to reach out to my neighbor,
to extend a helping hand,
to speak up and break the silence...
Way too often, Lord,
I'm much too quickly satisfied,
I give up long before I should,
I don't give all I have to give
when worry weakens my resolve,
when old fears frustrate my best plans,
when doubt disarms my will to do what's right...
when worry weakens my resolve,
when old fears frustrate my best plans,
when doubt disarms my will to do what's right...
So, break through, Lord, I pray:
break through my fear with your sure grace,
break through my worry with your peace,
break through my doubt and strengthen me
break through my worry with your peace,
break through my doubt and strengthen me
to lift up those bowed down,
to speak a word of truth,
to do the next right thing
and to follow where your Spirit leads
wherever that may be...
Amen.
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