The channels of my mind
are well traversed with thoughts
of your clear eyes that roam
across the wide, wide earth
to seek a trusting soul
and bless with peace and grace.
Oh, Lord, here am I, that soul.
From your throne, you incline
to see your servants’ needs,
and send your ministering angels
to watch, defend, protect,
while the Spirit lives within
to change and shape for heaven.
See me, your servant, Father.
Within our space and time,
you work in love to draw
your people across the line,
beyond the broken earth,
to the perfect, lighted place
of the sprawling tree of life.
Draw me with them, O God!
Thank you, Lord, that our brethren in Strasbourg, France, were not among those killed or hurt. We grieve for those who lost their lives and others who are now fighting to live in the hospital.
Our hearts hurt for those two killed and the two wounded by a Palestinian gunman in Israel’s west bank.
Father, help governments to deal wisely and apprehend terrorists without curbing the liberty of their citizens.
We grieve as well for the five people killed by the depressed man who entered a cathedral in Campinas, Brazil, and then killed himself.
So much harm and hurt in this world! We know this to be the result of man’s sin and distance from yourself.
Save from the violence of man, O Lord, but save especially from the consequences of our own sin, redeem and restore us to your self.
Father, as we devote ourselves to prayer, let us not say only generalities, but share the specific needs of our heart and detailed requests for others.
Keep our faith from vagueness. Nail our love firmly to the ground of reality.
Just as the Lord Jesus came from heaven to live and move among us, plant us in the soil of human suffering and struggle to deal with the effects of sin.
As your agents of reconciliation, make our offer of salvation to be compelling and urgent.
May your redemption fill us and turn our mourning into joy.
We praise you for the blood of the cross and thank you for reaching us with the gospel.
Because of Immanuel, Amen.
You, O Lord, created me,
A living soul,
A breathing spirit, full and free,
Complete and whole.
You gave me life, and I was filled
With joy and love;
You blessed, your presence spilled
From heaven above.
We ruined the best, your presence spurned,
Our minds rebelled,
To you, O God, our backs were turned,
Our hope expelled.
The Lord refused to leave us be,
He had a plan—
A rescue from eternity
To save his man.
Our Father in Heaven, your hand is out
To give redemption to fallen souls;
Obedient faith brings full remission
Of sins, to find in Jesus’ blood
The hope of life, that holy love
Whose boundless height cannot be measured,
Nor depth or width or length or cost.
Our human praises fail the price
You paid to pull us back to you.
We fall, with faces to the ground,
In all humility, in reverent fear —
The thought that you came near to us!
O God, let heart with mind agree,
As thoughts saturate the soul —
The heavenly truths that never fail —
To rein the feelings, set them free
Of earthly passions, and quickly fill
Extinguish every burst of desire
For selfish ways, tamp down the flesh,
And every spiritual impulse refresh —
Impose, within, the deeper fire
Of God, and burn all guilt to ash
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Around the table of the Lord,
On this his day, among his saints,
We eat his supper, drink his blood,
Our every need he freely grants. Continue reading