Sunday’s Psalm
O LORD, you once whispered in a vision,
‘The elegant thing is to transcend being a victim.’
You have bred us to write our own lyrics.
We do not make the music, that’s sheer hubris.
But we pen the words.
Forgive us our fear of grandiose thoughts.
Fill our loins with love and our bellies with laughter.
Teach us to always carry matches,
to light every candle we find.
They are key witnesses to the dark.
holy crap, John, way to nail it right on the head. thank you, thank you. i am always searching for words, for images to convey this whole wild partnership thing God invites us into. music and words – perfect. and always, matches. yes.
carry the candle
hold it above your eyes
so that you can see the path
two steps ahead
two steps ahead
is all there is
to see
you see
you see
it’s there
where it prevails
in attrition
Thank you for this. I want to let you know how this impacted me today. I blogged about it here:
http://www.accidentalhousewife.blogspot.ca/2013/09/carrying-matches.html