Simple songs and running with no shoes on:
Simple songs are best;
helping us to hear the healing.
I tried to run and my legs were no longer
for that purpose; yet I long to be that boy again.
Sometime at night in the stillness of dark
I am brave; and that is when I write!
Dreams, schemes and other themes: Random thoughts dancing around in a bubbling bath of conjecture.
3.23.2008
Dear Lord:
I return yet still I do not see.
Your work still miraclous to me
yet all that I have seen leaves me somehow
mute.
Out-stretched hands reaching toward heaven and
no answer still I find.
Holy spirit make me an instrument of thy will
that I might share the vision.
Hold me up Lord for I am weak at the broken places;
while young men scramble I fear that I might fail.
Pray with me Lord that I might not leave this world
my work undone, my gifts unshared and my heart heavy
with wonder.
I return yet still I do not see.
Your work still miraclous to me
yet all that I have seen leaves me somehow
mute.
Out-stretched hands reaching toward heaven and
no answer still I find.
Holy spirit make me an instrument of thy will
that I might share the vision.
Hold me up Lord for I am weak at the broken places;
while young men scramble I fear that I might fail.
Pray with me Lord that I might not leave this world
my work undone, my gifts unshared and my heart heavy
with wonder.
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