Mike Sansone

I messed up, God.
So many opportunities.
I wasted too many.
The time is and always will be,
Yours.

Elders I didn’t respect.
Followers I cast away.
Friends ignored. People wronged.
Not my people,
Yours.

Chances to proclaim your goodness,
To offer forgiveness or friendship,
To help heal someone’s hurt,
Not because of my words,
Yours.

The day is not mine to waste,
but of opportunities from now I find,
Thank you for forgiving me,
Redeemed, it’s no longer my life, but
Yours.

 

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Living Small

Thank you for this day,
One of a certain number,
A total of which I am uncertain
But I have this day,
And I am grateful.

Thank you for this song,
Every situation like a reminder,
Of a song I used to sing,
Yet now I sing of you,
Thank you, Jesus; Thank you, Lord.

Thank you for this meal,
I shall savor every bite,
Only be your giving and means,
Might I prepare it and take part,
Breaking bread in thanks.

Thank you for this prayer,
this faith, this assurance so blessed,
You precede everything.
In my life and outside of my life,
With promise to direct my paths.

Thank you for enough,
So I may rejoice at living small,
Knowing that by your saving grace,
I’m living as a part of your larger purpose.
May others see what you’ve done for me.

For this day,
this meal,
this prayer,
this song,
for the beauty of living small:
Thank you!

 

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Intercessions

I seek your favor, God
But not for my own today.
Others are in need of your power,
It’s for them I come to pray.

As I ask these things I bring to you,
I pray most that they will surely see:
Upon the answers of my prayers,
They see your work, done miraculously.

Friends adding to their family,
Provide health and means to grow,
With loving all around them,
Letting their joy overflow.

Travelers have need of your mercy,
Protecting them from danger or harm.
Give them safe passage and return,
Giving thanks to you when they come home.

So many sick and hurting,
Give them healing, or at least peace
Do so in such a way, God
Their praise of you will never cease.

And those battling habits of harm,
hurting themselves and those near,
block their path to destruction,
bringing them out of such despair.

To those who’ve been broken hearted,
Dreams dashed or from love gone bad;
Show them tender mercies and love in such,
they turn to you, no greater love to be had.

Homelessness is rampant,
Jobs and careers are being sought,
Civic unrest, hunger abounds,
Selfishness and pride being wrought.

From the dominion of darkness they reside
Rescue them from the bonds that bind,
Let them praise you for you goodness,
Wonderful works of yours they find.

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Hallelujah! I shout to celebrate,
Victory always because of you.
Every trial, trouble and test of time,
You always bring me through.

The battles are easier, when my eyes I affix
To seek your Kingdom in every season.
Your purpose I trust, Your will I seek,
In everything I’m confident of your reason.

Why do I fret, should I ever tremble?
Fretting comes when I rely on my own.
Whether on accident or by stupidity,
You rescue me, this you’ve always shown.

Thank you, Father; Thank you, Jesus;
Thank you, Holy Spirit, too!
Show me how to be, where to go,
Instruct me on what I should do.

If I should stray, or trip on the path,
Towards your voice I will listen with care.
All good that happens to me in time,
Is only because you’re always there.