“ O Lord, My God...”
Sometimes when we’ve been helped along by God,
Sometimes when we’ve appeared above the sod
When otherwise quite dead folks know we’d be,
We are the sermon preached clear as can be.It’s not so much our fancy bag of tricks;
It’s not the list of people we have fixed;
It’s not, “O Lord, how great I art” in song;
It’s God seen helping us when all’s gone wrong.It cuts across the words we cannot speak;
It cuts across those days when we’re so weak
We hardly have the strength to eat our lunch;
It helps when best we’ve got is just a hunch.Lord, at this end of week as I step back,
Made so aware capacity I lack
To touch with grace one person’s simple care,
Enormity of needs made so aware –I also sense Your presence in our world –
Your patience with us in the midst of whirl
Which we have made ourselves, and from the rest;
Responding not to garbage but the best.Pour grace upon those folks who desperate are;
Whose lives today, in You, are stretched so far
Beyond their strength, they’re barely hanging on –
In each, renew today their hopeful song.Fresh troops we often are in You, I know;
Keen to engage, frustrated we can’t go
Straight to the front of battle – we can’t see
Our role in You if we will patient be.Thanks Lord, for giving us this week behind;
Thanks for the people ’round us who’ve been kind;
Help us let go, thus freeing us to be
Your vehicle of grace, though we can’t see.Thanks Lord for this.
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