A PRAYER FOR THESE NEW DAYS
"Wondrous Worker of Wonders, I praise you, not alone for what has been, or for what is, but for what is yet to be, for you are gracious beyond all telling of it. I praise you that out of the turbulence of my life a kingdom is coming, is being shaped even now out of my slivers of loving, my bits of trusting, my sprigs of hoping, my tootles of laughing, my drips of crying, my smidgens of worshipping; that out of my songs and struggles, out of my griefs and triumphs, I am gathered up and saved, for you are gracious beyond all telling of it. I praise you that you turn me loose to go with you to the edge of now and maybe, to welcome the new, to see my possibilities, to accept my limits, and yet begin living to the limit of passion and compassion until, released by joy, I uncurl to other people and to your kingdom coming, for you are gracious beyond all telling of it."
I Praise You For What Is Yet To be [From Guerrillas Of Grace]