When the stream of our lives
Seems to vanish into desert sands,
and we wonder if we’ve lost our way,
When between our talent and output,
Between our aspiration and achievement.
Falls the shadow,
When we have reaped less than we’ve planted
And we wonder if we’ve given our children
Solid skills for this whirling world.
There is still hope. A lever
Which can change everything
And revise the plot
Of what seems like our wasted lives.
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Prayer which can take the story of a life
Which seems hopelessly mired
Unpromising and bleak,
Oh, and just reverse the whole thing!!
Making it burst into colour,
Twists and turns, whirls and spirals
When we call out to the Lord in our despair
Scouring our spirits with repentance
Filling them with his Spirit,
New ideas, new vision, new love.
Fresh grace, fresh strength, fresh fire.
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And again and again, when my life
Seemed stymied, and my dreams
Have crashed, and sadness surrounds me,
When I seemed unable to do the simplest things,
Lose some weight
Write some words,
And I cried out to you in my despair,
You came, you came,
Flooding me with your tenderness
Bestowing new ideas, new grace!
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Oh Lord, we see so little of reality:
We see the caterpillar,
Not the iridescent butterfly,
The acorn, not the oak.
But the drab apple seed
Is never the end of the story.
Help me remember, Lord,
That you take five loaves and two fish
And multiply and multiply.
So I give you my hopes,
I give you my dreams,
My weakness, my strength.
Take and receive, Oh Lord,
Breathe on them, transform them,
Bring fruitfulness from these seeds.