Father, make me clean this day,
That I might stand before you;
Take all my sin and shame away,
I urgently implore you.
With love let nothing interfere,
Let Satan not derail me;
On earth let glorious News appear,
Your power never fail me.
Let us feel loved
Dear God, you desire to be near us.
We, too, desire it, or perhaps we don’t.
Distant from you, we choose our way,
create our loneliness.
Let us feel loved.
Not an exercise
Our Father in Heaven, let prayer not be for us a mere exercise, but rather the expression of our intimacy with you.
Keep passions from overrunning our time in prayer and meditation upon your word.
Prevent Satan from getting us sidetracked. Continue reading “Not an exercise”
Lord, the lack of Internet causes me pain
Lord, do I miss connecting with you as much as when I lose my Internet access? Skipping a prayer produces only a vague nagging thought in the back of my mind. When I’m knocked off the Internet, the pain makes me scream. Let my soul react as strongly when I’m away from your presence.