My Prayer.

 My Prayer

This is my prayer—not polished, not a rite,

But the raw breath of soul in morning light,

The whispered plea in shadows,deep and long,

The fragment of a heart-cry turned to song.

My prayer is this:

First, let me see You.

Not just the God of ages,high and holy,

But the Friend who walks with me when the way is lowly.

Open the eyes that I have tightly shut,

To find Your glory in the common rut.

Let every leaf,each face, each joy, each loss,

Be traced and signed by Your redeeming cross.

One thing I ask from the Lord… that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord. (Psalm 27:4)

Second, let me love You.

With more than fleeting feeling,more than word,

With all the heart that by Your Spirit’s stirred.

Unseat the idols I have set so tight,

And be my first,my last, my true delight.

Let love for You be root,and branch, and vine,

The source of every other love of mine.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. (Mark 12:30)

Third, let me trust You.

With the unknown tomorrow,and the wound of yesterday.

With the“why” that hangs unanswered in the gray.

Teach my tight hands to open and release,

And find in yielding,Your surpassing peace.

Be my provision,be my guiding star,

My portion sure,no matter where we are.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. (Proverbs 3:5)

Fourth, let me follow You.

Not just when the path is bright and blessing-kissed,

But when it leads through Gethsemane’s dim mist.

Make me a vessel,useful in Your hand,

A voice of grace within a weary land.

Where You go,let me go—my will resigned,

To seek the lost,to love the hard-to-find.

If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. (Luke 9:23)

And in the following, the loving, and the trust,

Redeem my dust.

Take my small story,woven through with frailty,

And make it echo with Your kingdom’s reality.

Let every breath I borrow,every space I tread,

Point back to Christ,the Living One, my Head.

This is my prayer—not perfect, but it’s true.

This is the“yes” I whisper back to You.

You are my Saviour.Be my everything.

My King.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,

Amen.