You Who Are Mercifully Bigger Than I,
I am told I must confess.
I confess I pray in fear.
Fear of the wrath of the God-I-Do-Not-Know,
Fear of the Failure-I-Do-Know
Fear that if I do not pray You will not grant.
My misfit heart knows You
Knows your Good Gifts
Knows your mercy.
Grant that I, today, may trust
The Love you profess in the changing autumn leaves
The Provision you grant with each new sunrise
The Joy abundant with each child’s giggle.
Grant today that I might forget
The fear of wrath
The fear of failure
Fear at all.
Live through me and in me
Before and Beside
And may I ever find thankfulness to You on my lips.
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