NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 7/18

It doesn't seem possible, Lord,

(or maybe I just don't want to believe)

that we're more than halfway through July!

 

Summer's my favorite season

and these days, like all good times,

pass by much too quickly...

 

How is that, Lord?

 

How is it:

    that joy so quickly fades

        while sadness lingers,

            won't let go...

    that hard times slow 

        the tick-tock pace

            that time is bound to keep?

    that waiting seems forever

        while fulfillment

            comes and goes...

 

Or is it I who linger, sad?

    I whose interest fades?

    I who stall the hands of time

    and slow the pace of healing?

 

Do I fail to give 

    my heart and soul

        to you, Lord, and your peace?

 

Am I slow to place      

    my trust in you,

        when times are tough to face?

 

Do I miss the grace 

    to find the joy

        that comes with every day?

Have I learned to find

    one season's joy

        spread throughout the year?

Open my heart to these summer days

    and open my soul to your grace;

open my wounds to your healing, Lord,

    and my broken parts to your touch;

open my life to all the ways

    in every season, all year 'round,

to the joy you offer every day,

    summer and fall, winter and spring,

       24/7/365...

Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake

and watch over me while I sleep

that awake, I might keep watch with you

and asleep rest in your peace...

Amen. 

 

Hymn of Promise by Nancy Allen

 

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In the bulb, there is a flower 

In the seed, an apple tree 

In cocoons, a hidden promise 

Butterflies will soon be free 

 

In the cold and snow of winter 

There's a spring that waits to be 

Unrevealed until its season 

Something God alone can see 

 

There's a song in every silence 

Seeking word and melody 

There's a dawn in every darkness 

Bringing hope to you and me 

 

From the past will come the future 

What it holds, a mystery 

Unrevealed until its season 

Something God alone can see 

 

In our end is our beginning 

In our time, infinity 

In our doubt, there is believing 

In our life, eternity

 

In our death, a resurrection 

At the last, a victory 

Unrevealed until its season 

Something God alone can see  

 

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