Saturday, January 06, 2007
Transform us!
O Lord, O Spirit who breathed upon the deep at the start of all,
O Breath of Life, although we pretend not to hear your call,
Still Your voice echos in and out of the winds of our lives, surrounding us
Though we turn our back to its gentle singing, we find it stinging us
with the intensity of Your truth, in dark and light - soothing us
with the beauty of your love beyond our hate, and greed and fall.
Help us to realize that without you, we stand there, naked, weak, small.
O Lord, let your voice enter into our hearts, now.
let it enter into the dark murk of our minds now,
let it pierce through the daylight, brighter than sun,
and bloom in our midnight, making our midnight shadows run.
May the fire of Your love soften us O Lord,
Like an all surround wind, enwrap us, O Lord
in the reality of your love, blowing away all the dust
of hate and anger and pain and lust,
that cloaks us like a sin-stained pall.
Transform us!
Hide us in your loving heart from the curse of the fall,
Else we will perish.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
O Breath of Life, although we pretend not to hear your call,
Still Your voice echos in and out of the winds of our lives, surrounding us
Though we turn our back to its gentle singing, we find it stinging us
with the intensity of Your truth, in dark and light - soothing us
with the beauty of your love beyond our hate, and greed and fall.
Help us to realize that without you, we stand there, naked, weak, small.
O Lord, let your voice enter into our hearts, now.
let it enter into the dark murk of our minds now,
let it pierce through the daylight, brighter than sun,
and bloom in our midnight, making our midnight shadows run.
May the fire of Your love soften us O Lord,
Like an all surround wind, enwrap us, O Lord
in the reality of your love, blowing away all the dust
of hate and anger and pain and lust,
that cloaks us like a sin-stained pall.
Transform us!
Hide us in your loving heart from the curse of the fall,
Else we will perish.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: Holy Spirit, Need for God
O Lord, Open Our Ears
O Lord, open our ears that we might hear
Your soft-whispered word within our ear,
The touch of your truth - a light so clear
That it burns away the night.
Now while today is in our hands,
This gift from you even now demands
Our openness to Your truth which stands
In everlasting light.
Each minute, a precious gift from You,
So much is needed, so much to do
Each moment a chance to begin anew
To work through Your might.
Salt and light you ask us to be -
Guide us to see as you would see,
Teach us to love as deep and free
As Heaven's depth and height.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Your soft-whispered word within our ear,
The touch of your truth - a light so clear
That it burns away the night.
Now while today is in our hands,
This gift from you even now demands
Our openness to Your truth which stands
In everlasting light.
Each minute, a precious gift from You,
So much is needed, so much to do
Each moment a chance to begin anew
To work through Your might.
Salt and light you ask us to be -
Guide us to see as you would see,
Teach us to love as deep and free
As Heaven's depth and height.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: Discipleship
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Walking Through the Shadows
Walking through the shadows,
A valley dark and deep,
It's hard to see a safety zone,
A place where I might sleep,
And yet I know you're with me,
You are my only light
When shadows seem like midnight,
Your touch will give me sight.
Walking through the shadows,
I cannot see ahead,
I do not know the pitfalls,
But I know where I am led.
You call me now to follow,
And follow you I try,
O lift me when I stumble,
O hear me when I cry.
Walking through the shadows,
In a land that's dark with pain,
Scarred with the hand of Eve's wrong choice,
Scarred with the mark of Cain,
I think of how you loved enough
To walk our weary ways,
To taste our grief, to know our pain,
The dust of all our days.
Walking through the shadows
You felt the weight of sin -
One night in spring beneath the trees,
You took our darkness in,
Took it all the way to death,
And transformed the dark to light,
And called us all to follow you
To leave this angry night.
Walking in the shadows,
I am a pilgrim here,
And through your healing touch, O Lord,
I will not walk with fear,
For you are there beside me
To share this shadowed way,
And you will guide my steps at last
To the place night cannot stay.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
A valley dark and deep,
It's hard to see a safety zone,
A place where I might sleep,
And yet I know you're with me,
You are my only light
When shadows seem like midnight,
Your touch will give me sight.
Walking through the shadows,
I cannot see ahead,
I do not know the pitfalls,
But I know where I am led.
You call me now to follow,
And follow you I try,
O lift me when I stumble,
O hear me when I cry.
Walking through the shadows,
In a land that's dark with pain,
Scarred with the hand of Eve's wrong choice,
Scarred with the mark of Cain,
I think of how you loved enough
To walk our weary ways,
To taste our grief, to know our pain,
The dust of all our days.
Walking through the shadows
You felt the weight of sin -
One night in spring beneath the trees,
You took our darkness in,
Took it all the way to death,
And transformed the dark to light,
And called us all to follow you
To leave this angry night.
Walking in the shadows,
I am a pilgrim here,
And through your healing touch, O Lord,
I will not walk with fear,
For you are there beside me
To share this shadowed way,
And you will guide my steps at last
To the place night cannot stay.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: Discipleship, Emmanuel, In the Valley of the Shadow, Trust
Monday, January 01, 2007
Lacrimosa Dies Alla
Domine, exaudi orationem meam.
Hear our prayer, O Lord,
And let our cry come unto thee.
The day of tears,
the day of ashes,
the day trembling seizes us,
clamor meus ad te veniat.
the hand of Cain upon his brother
Memorare, O pie Jesu, Domine,
Clamouring in a wailing of tears,
and blood and pain,
anger and angst,
pain,
the cry of despair,
how our cry comes to thee,
Lacrimosa die alla,
every day,
the day of tears,
ashes,
ex favilla,
dust,
at our hand,
the all too willing tool of darkness.
Miserare nobis.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Hear our prayer, O Lord,
And let our cry come unto thee.
The day of tears,
the day of ashes,
the day trembling seizes us,
clamor meus ad te veniat.
the hand of Cain upon his brother
Memorare, O pie Jesu, Domine,
Clamouring in a wailing of tears,
and blood and pain,
anger and angst,
pain,
the cry of despair,
how our cry comes to thee,
Lacrimosa die alla,
every day,
the day of tears,
ashes,
ex favilla,
dust,
at our hand,
the all too willing tool of darkness.
Miserare nobis.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: Judgment, Last things, Need for God
