Not About Me

Cover me, Lord
in your comfort,
So I can testify of your kindness.

Strengthen me,
for spiritual battle,
So I may witness your victory in the midst

Weaken me,
from my own self-destruction,
So I rely on your ways and understanding.

Guide me,
on righteous paths,
So I can be secure in your love.

Teach me,
to live on a Roman road,
So I can lead others along the way.

Prove me,
to grow more fruitful,
So I can better serve those in my path.

Guard me,
with your armor,
So I might recognize and defeat the enemy.

Protect me,
with your Word,
So I might always do well in your eyes.

Fill me,
with your joy,
So I will be a contagious light among others.

Hide me,
from my fears,
So that I may stay courageous.

Equip me,
to share good news,
So others may know of your goodness.

Hold me,
in your enduring love,
So I might not falter or grow weary.

Correct me,
in my temptation,
So that I don’t sin against you.

Forgive me,
in my error and sin,
So I might testify of your tender mercies.

Remove me,
from my judgmental ways,
So I don’t dismiss others too quickly.

Humble me,
when I think highly of myself.
So I might only rely on your strength.

Keep me,
from my opponent’s harm,
So that I may show them your loving kindness.

Feed me,
for today only,
So my trust is always and only for you.

Show me, God,
in all these things;
how to serve, not for me:
but for Kingdom sake

Always Open

Whether it’s short.
Whether it’s long.
Drowning with tears,
or praising with song.

To know that your presence, God
With me anytime, anywhere;
Always Open,
For spontaneous prayer.

If I hurt, hear my cry,
If I rejoice, hear my praise,
Thank you for being Always Open,
All my nights, all my days.

 

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So They Know

They are hurting. My Family. My friends.
Some in their body. Others in their heart,
Sick, or lonely, maybe even defeated,
Their lives seem to be coming apart.

Heal their hurts, God.
From dark paths remove them soon.
Show them light in such a way
So they know it comes from you.

Without explanation but one,
Astonishing as it may be.
Rescue them from darkness,
So they can clearly see.

That your love, Father, covers in comfort,
And Christ’s blood cleanses white as snow.
How the Holy Spirit can guide them,
Strengthen their faith so they may know.

Bring them into the fold, Dear Lord,
Draw them near to you now.
Do so in such a way,
they can only say,
It must’ve been God’s doing.
So they know,
What I know,
Of your incredible, powerful, awesome, healing love.
Please.

Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Holy Spirit.

 

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A Judging Lament

Neither judge or jury am I,
Forgive me my thoughts.
Allow me to discern with love,
passing judgment or punishing not.

Other may share practices and opinions,
I think are wrong and in error.
To hold my thoughts about it too long,
Does not give you honor.

Seeking first your kingdom,
Showering them in charitable love:
Either in word, deed, or silent prayer.
Trusting in you for all things good.

Forgive me for such thinking, my God
Through the blood of Jesus Christ.
Holy Spirit keep my thoughts on high,
From trying to make things right.

Whenever I see an action or word,
Let me remember with Christ-like care:
Grab hold of me not to pass judgment,
Rather move me to love in prayer.

 

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