NIGHT PRAYER: Friday 1/10

To quote The Bard,
"What's past is prologue..."

Then let me see with your eye, Lord,
    the woof and warp, 

        the web of words and deeds

    converging in this moment,     

    connecting here with all that's been,     

    meshing now with all I've known:
        the good, the bad, the bland,

        the cherished and regretted,    
        the remembered and forgotten...

 

Help me see my whole existence,

    all I've known and all I've missed,

now woven into whole cloth

    under your protective gaze:

        a bolt of homespun fibers shuttled
            from your tapping loom,

        a patchwork quilt of sin and grace, 

        a tapestry of mystery,

            spun human and divine...

Then give me hope, good Weaver, 

    that my present, close at hand, 

is knit as one with all that's been
    and all that's yet to be

        - and all in your sure plan...

 

And mindful of the moment
    help me find my hope in you,
(you who see so clearly all I've missed)

    'til looking back at last I see

        your fingerprints appear

    on all I've known and loved and lived

        and all I've yet to see... 

 

As you have brought me safe thus far,

    so lead me safely home:

for this, I pray and trust is all

    your will, your way for me...

 

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.

 

Future/Past by John Mark McMillan 

    featuring Kim Walker-Smith

 

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You hold the reigns on the sun and the moon 

Like horses driven by kings 

You cover the mountains, the valleys below 

With the breadth of your mighty wings 

 

All treasures of wisdom 

And things to be known 

Are hidden inside your hand

And in this fortunate turn of events 

You ask me to be your friend 

Ask me to be your friend 

 

And you, You are my first 

You are my last 

You are my future and my past 

 

The constellations are swimming inside 

The breadth of your desire 

So where could I run, where could I hide 

From your heart’s jealous fire 

 

All treasures of wisdom 

And things to be known 

Are hidden inside your hand 

And in this fortunate turn of events 

You ask me to be your friend 

Ask me to be your friend 

 

And you, You are my first 

You are my last 

You are my future and my past 

 

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

You are the beginning and the end

 

You are my future and my past

You are my first, you are my last

You are my future and my past

 

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