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Good morning, good God!
I've mentioned this before, Lord,
but it stays in my mind, in my imagination -
and it's such a simple thing:
but it stays in my mind, in my imagination -
and it's such a simple thing:
it's the leaves on the trees...
A month and a half ago
I'd look out my second floor window
and see bare limbs scratching April skies
I'd look out my second floor window
and see bare limbs scratching April skies
where now,
leafy branches brush puffy clouds
on each rare day in June...
And for all this verdant beauty
the trees did - nothing -
noting but stand there:
soaking in the springtime downpours,
soaking in the springtime downpours,
bathing in the brilliant sunlight,
drawing moisture from the earth,
drawing moisture from the earth,
budding branches,
greening leaves,
and fleshing out the glory
that lines my street
and fills my own yard...
The trees did nothing but stand there, Lord
- and you did all the rest...
Would that once or twice each day
I'd just stand there, Lord,
I'd just stand there, Lord,
or maybe sit or even kneel,
soaking in your showers of grace,
drawing up from each day's life
the moisture of your presence
soaking in your showers of grace,
drawing up from each day's life
the moisture of your presence
and bathing in the light that's found
only in the forests
only in the forests
of my quiet time for prayer...
The trees do nothing but stand there, Lord
- letting you do all the work -
and then their beauty comes
and I find rest
- letting you do all the work -
and then their beauty comes
and I find rest
beneath their broad and shady arms...
Help me make some time each day,
help me find a place
where you and I can meet
and I'll do nothing
where you and I can meet
and I'll do nothing
but be still
and simply rest
in the quiet,
in the silence of your presence
where I will bow and pray
where I will bow and pray
that you'll do, Lord,
what you do best...
I'll pray you'll give me grace, Lord,
to welcome all the ways
you help me stretch and grow:
grace to let your life within me
grace to let your life within me
bud and leaf and flourish,
filling my bare branches
with the life that's only yours to give...
Slow me down, Lord:
bring me to a standstill,
bring me to a standstill,
stop me in my tracks
and lift my face to yours;
and lift my face to yours;
let me meet you one-on-one,
eye to eye
and heart to heart...
and heart to heart...
Help me just sit quietly
while you do, Lord,
what you do best:
make of me the person
you created me to be...
Receive my morning offering, Lord,
and keep me faithful to it;
and keep me faithful to it;
help me just to be here,
open to the gracious ways
you shape and grow my life each day
in mercy, love and wisdom...

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