Heavenly Father, like Simon who put his boat at Jesus’ disposal to teach those upon the shore, I put both me and mine in your hands, for the use of the kingdom.
And like the miraculous net of fish which our Lord gave in return for that surrender, bring to your people today a harvest of souls.
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
From my heart, O Father who knows the deepest secrets of men, I want to lay before you all that I am and think and feel and do. Sift through the chaff, bring forth the grain, and make my life a harvest of righteousness, the work of your hands.