Grant me, O Lord,
these gifts of ministry:
The caring
oversight of a shepherd,
The compassionate
services of a minister,
The converting
love of an evangelist,
The clear message
of a prophet,
The continuing
insight of a counsellor,
The constant
humility of a servant,
And, of your mercy
Lord,
Grant me one thing
more:
A life consistent
with my words and
Christlikeness in
my actions.
I got up early
this morning
And rushed right
into the day
I had so much to
accomplish
That I didn't have
time to pray.
Problems just
tumbled about me,
And heavier came
each task
Why doesn't God
help me?
I wondered
He answered You
didn't ask
.
I wanted to see
joy and beauty
But the day toiled
on, grey and bleak;
I wondered why God
didn't show me,
He said But you
didn't seek
I tried to come
into God's presence;
I used all my keys
at the lock,
God gently and
lovingly chided,
My child, you
didn't knock.
I woke up early
this morning,
And paused before
entering the day;
I had so much to
accomplish
That I had to take
time to pray
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