
O, God...
May my praise be beautiful, pleasant.
Build me up, O God.
Gather together the outcast parts of me,
the parts I sometimes forget to treat like Your temple.
Heal my broken heart, and bind my wounds.
You number the stars
and call them by name.
I do the same with my limitations.
You, in Your infinite understanding
Lift me up when I feel so very humble.
I will watch and sing
As You cover the heavens with clouds,
As You prepare the ground year after year for growing.
As You feed the beasts and birds that live
Outside my stewardship.
Now more than ever, I long to be still in the knowledge
That it is not my strength
That is Your delight.
No,
You are touched by my hope for mercy.
And I certainly have plenty of that!
Help me remember in this time--
When snow comes like wool
and I wonder who can stand before such cold--
Help me remember that snow is but a promised watering,
For You will send Your word,
Your wind to blow and melt it;
and waters will flow.
Help me be hopeful in the season of waiting.

