Under the riots of the world a river runs. Beneath our streets a seed is sown. A gentle whisper rises ‘I make all things new’
Hungry I bring to you my emptiness God. Weary, I come in weakness. Bruised, I offer brokeness. Fill me, God. Free me. Fix me.
I watch the world through windows. Frames delineate my view. Cracks reflect my brokeness. God grant me the wider lens of love
I need water. I depend on air. I crave food. I long to be loved. My humanity reminds me: I am not God
Global God broaden my vision of your worldwide work. Local Lord deepen my discernment of your particular presence
God of oceans and open spaces, come dwell in my small soul. God universal and uncontained , make a home in my heart
The world I walk in is the book of God. The fire of his passion infuses every page. In his presence everything is illuminated
I learn more from mistakes than triumphs. Falling short has been my patient teacher. Grant me God the freeing gift of failure
I walk in the wake of a thousand witnesses. Saints have passed this way before. May my ears heed the echoes of their wisdom
Old stone. Antique beams. Fields and forests rich with forgotten footprints. Deep faith sings still from this ancient soil
God may I not seek more than you desire for me. Save me from longing for less. May contentment complete me. Let trust triumph
Racers overtake the over-cautious. The forceful forge ahead. Wars waste the weak. God show us the secret strength of meekness
Let this day be a page you write on God; a field you plant; a canvas for your colours to fill. May my heart receive you
From every detour and distraction I am dazzled by, disentangle me. Every wrong turn redeem. Patient Father prod me homewards
Save me God from shallow dreams and small designs. I want to live my life for beauty. Give me courage to build a cathedral.
Under the riots of the world a river runs. Beneath our streets a seed is sown. A gentle whisper rises ‘I make all things new’
Hungry I bring to you my emptiness God. Weary, I come in weakness. Bruised, I offer brokeness. Fill me, God. Free me. Fix me.
I watch the world through windows. Frames delineate my view. Cracks reflect my brokeness. God grant me the wider lens of love
I need water. I depend on air. I crave food. I long to be loved. My humanity reminds me: I am not God
Global God broaden my vision of your worldwide work. Local Lord deepen my discernment of your particular presence
God of oceans and open spaces, come dwell in my small soul. God universal and uncontained , make a home in my heart
The world I walk in is the book of God. The fire of his passion infuses every page. In his presence everything is illuminated
I learn more from mistakes than triumphs. Falling short has been my patient teacher. Grant me God the freeing gift of failure
I walk in the wake of a thousand witnesses. Saints have passed this way before. May my ears heed the echoes of their wisdom
Old stone. Antique beams. Fields and forests rich with forgotten footprints. Deep faith sings still from this ancient soil
God may I not seek more than you desire for me. Save me from longing for less. May contentment complete me. Let trust triumph
Racers overtake the over-cautious. The forceful forge ahead. Wars waste the weak. God show us the secret strength of meekness
Let this day be a page you write on God; a field you plant; a canvas for your colours to fill. May my heart receive you
From every detour and distraction I am dazzled by, disentangle me. Every wrong turn redeem. Patient Father prod me homewards
Save me God from shallow dreams and small designs. I want to live my life for beauty. Give me courage to build a cathedral.
