This prayer is turning into considered one of my “annual” posts,
one for late August – this is this summer time’s model…
They are saying “time marches on,” Lord,
– and it actually does!
The passage of time is inexorable:
time tires me
however nothing tires time…
The march of time is unrelenting, unyielding,
unstoppable and implacable
so, why, Lord,
why am I taken abruptly
that August is sort of historical past,
the summer time’s winding down
that fall’s across the nook,
and Halloween is within the shops…
(I suppose if I did not discover it so laborious to imagine
that I am ___ years outdated,
I might discover it simpler to simply accept the shortly fading days
of this eighth month of the yr…)
Yearly, Lord, and each month,
each week and day by day,
each hour and each second,
each minute and each second
brings me that a lot nearer
to the timeless,
to my without end,
to eternity,
to you…
The grace in that is easy, Lord:
you are in each second,
you are in each hour, week and day,
you have walked with me
by all my years
and have by no means, not even for a second,
left my facet…
Time marches on, Lord,
and typically I sustain
and typically fall behind
and typically I simply cease
in the midst of all of it
however even then, time retains its tempo:
an everlasting tide,
sweeping me from my life’s shores
out to the infinite ocean
of the thriller of your love,
of your affected person, all the time merciful
and timeless love for me…
All time is yours
and in your kindness, Lord
we stay on borrowed time:
’til you name us to the timeless,
to that peace that has no finish,
’til you name us residence to be with you
– all in your good time…
Stick with us, Lord, as this present day ends
and tomorrow waits its flip:
defend as we lie awake
and guard us whereas we sleep
that awake, we would hold watch with you
and asleep, relaxation in your peace…
Amen.
In His Time by the Maranatha Singers
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