Confused, tired this morning
Not much sleep, too long the wide awake stare into the damnable television screen
(should have been praying instead)
...
then comes the morning
the beauty
the sun
the glory of the bright new day!
the birds alive with song
the city alive with motion and industry and bustle
How can you not put your trust in Him?
How can you still hold that petty claim to be captain of your own destiny?
Does He not show you often enough the fool you are?
Precious LORD, forgive me for holding on to the meaningless self
Forgive me for hesitating in the letting go
YOU are my ALL
YOU are my Strength
May the Name of the LORD be praised forever!
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit!
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