Your people, rooted in eternity,
Beyond the physical, visible world can see;
By faith we measure walls and streets and gates,
A heavenly gift to lighten earthly weights. Continue reading
Ah, Lord, the heart is weighed
With darkened thoughts and lonely sighs;
None care to listen, none have paid
The price, none seek the heavenly prize.
Can seven thousand faithful hide
Among a wayward church? Have they
No objecting voice? Have they not cried
Against the obscene who dance and play? Continue reading
Lord Almighty, I believe,
Forgive my unbelief;
For lack of trust in you I grieve,
Of sins this is the chief.
My eyes can’t see, for all their strength,
The plans that you have made,
Nor love in all its depth and length
That marked my sins as paid.
Your gentle presence I cannot feel,
To touch my senses fail;
My hazy sight can’t but conceal
Your hand within the gale.
But this I know: You move and speak,
You answer when I kneel;
Your wing protects the small and weak—
I know my God is real.
Lord, we believe that you created the heavens and the earth and that you infuse both with your presence, working in every place to fulfill your will.
Nowhere can man go in the universe away from your presence. This is to us a great comfort and reassurance.
We place our lives in your hands, our future in your care, our faith in your promise.
We trust in you. Our faith is in the faithfulness of Christ. Take us to the end. Amen.
Lord, as I read of life in the 1600s among oppressed peoples, I’m impressed again with what convenience, what ease, what pleasant blessings are ours. But still we murmur, still we fret, still we rush to and fro as if we lived in caves and had to kill our food fresh each day! Forgive us as we lay our hands upon our mouths.