A Sense of Self

A Sense of Self

When our minds are sick with frustration and division;

When fear eats away the foundation of our peace –

Be present, O, Our Father, to heal, to bless

And make whole.

When our hearts are heavy with sorrow and misery;

When only heaviness is our daily portion –

Be present, O, Our Father, to heal, to bless

and relieve.

When our friends are difficult because of misunderstanding

And loss;

When the beauty of comradeship has wasted like the noon

day –

Be present, O, Our Father, to restore, to

bless and renew.

When the thread of our years unwinds near the end of the

spool;

When the failing powers of mind and body accent the passing

days –

Be Present, O, Our Father, to reassure, to make

steady and confirm.

When our well ordered plans fall apart in our hands;

When hopes give up, having run their course –

Be present, O, Our Father, to replenish, to

create and redeem.

When faith in our fellows wallows in the mud;

When through disappointment, through failure, through

flattery, all seems lost –

Be present, O, Our Father, to revise, to renew and

reassure.

Deep Is The Hunger