O God of love, we praise and laud thee,
Let none be silent and defraud thee,
We’d know thy grace, at night and early,
We’d love like thee, in truth, sincerely. Continue reading
O holy Hope, what else have I
On earth beside this white-hot wait?
This fired desire, with sights set high,
No worldly lure can e’er abate.
In prayer the lips move fevered pleas,
“Lord, come!” We’ll meet you in the air;
I love you more than all of these,
Let angels line the heavenly stair.
Th’ eternal span gives time below
A worth beyond the final fire;
And man, who stumbles to and fro,
To life with God may dare aspire.
I know not on the morrow
What earthly joy or sorrow
May fall to me to bear,
The future, weary or fair.
As long as breath may tarry,
Whatever weight I carry,
No burden can compare
To heaven’s golden square.
We’re here for a reason, Lord, you’ve shown us that time and again, in so many different ways. You placed us on this earth for your fellowship, for our mutual joy, for the blessing we can bring to others by restoring them to your presence.
We’re here as the process through which we find our way—having been found by you—into the eternal halls of peace and praise.
Help me to embrace that reason, to place my feet further on that glorious path, to move toward that heavenly abode.
Let me always be clear, with your reasons.
And though the path between here and there may be covered in mist, let the end points ever stand out sharply, so that my reason for being here will carry me through and get me there.