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May 2009
Make me human, Lord. Make me human, Lord. Make me human, Lord. You made Yourself human,
Imperviousness taking on vulnerability, Infinity becoming visible, palpable. Then You came to live in me. Make me human, Lord. Let me so dwell in You Who lives in me That I know I’m safe, Safe to be me, Safe to be real. Human. |
May 2009
I’m going to go back to I’m going to go back to I’ll build myself a shell I’m going to go back to |
This song was just what I needed to hear today. And with the approaching anniversary of September 11 approaching, it seems to be appropriate for the time, too.
Jesus, I need
Your arms and blessing
Enfolding and securing me
So I can remember
What it is
To be a little child
Where is my discomfort in your love?
What am I afraid of?
Falling.
these thoughts came from reading an Elisabeth Elliot piece called “Dwell in Christ, Dwell in Love” from her devotional book The Music of His Promises
What is unsettling
Me? Why am
I not “serene and whole”
And at home in
Your love? Is it because of
Remodeling?
Redecorating?
Some building project
Restructuring
The fabric of
My heart? Is it that
I have run away from home–
Camped out?
Taken up
Temporary residence
Elsewhere?
Or is it something else
Altogether different yet
Not so dissimilar?
Don’t give it to me if it’s not mine to keep.
Don’t offer what isn’t my due.
Those terms and conditions that nobody reads?
Not “Nobody” reads them–I do!
If terms and conditions attach to your gift,
Show them to me, and I’ll sign,
So I won’t be surprised when it’s taken away–
I’ll remember it never was mine.
Don’t give it to me if it’s not mine to keep.
Don’t offer what you plan to use.
Or give me some signal to hold in reserve
Those things you don’t want me to choose.
I took what you said at face value and then
Discovered too late what you meant.
I sometimes forget that you’re still merely human–
No matter how kind the intent.
(found this in perusing old journals today, Aug 24, 2010 . . . was both amused and encouraged!)
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
written after reading MEN OF IRON by Howard Pyle
Lord and Master,
how weary I be in “well-doing” Thou wottest all to well of. Yet, peradventure I be not doing even half so well as Thou wouldest desire and dost deserve.
Arm me within to the challenges I must face ere my race be run–be they challenges glamorous or tedious, be they adventures dreadful or monotonous. Strengthen my resolve by Thine omnipotent right arm.
Champion I would be, yet have I the heart of a child and the will of a peasant. My champion Thou must be else my defeat is certain.
Nerve me to face whatever may be my lot. I know not whether I be fitted for greatness and victory or no. Thou knowest. Frame me and fashion me to play the part Thy wisdom hath written for me.
One boon I would ask of Thee: preserve this manly faith within my heart. Cause Thou my soul to trust in Thee through continued glimpses into Thy loving heart and superior wisdom. Let me know mine own foolishness that I may know Thy magnanimity. Burnish my shield of faith.
Every time I lay me down to sleep,
I give myself to You, O Lord, to keep;
Your arm my shield while I rest, unaware;
I place into your keeping all my care.
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