The good news of Christ
O Lord, to walk before you I’m content,
Where peace flowers along the rocky way,
Where joy descends like rain to liven the heart,
And love perfumes the air with heaven’s scent.
Let not the flesh make us, your saints, lose sight,
Keep feet from stepping aside, in mud and clay,
From us let not the Spirit’s breath depart,
Permit us to walk under your warming light.
Let my first thought be of you, dear God, and my last; thoughts of how to please you, to seek you, to serve you, to glorify you.
Let my first step be toward your presence, and my last in the footsteps of Christ; steps of holiness, wisdom, and joy.
Let my first breath be to thank you for love and reconciliation, O Lord, and my last to ask for the entrance into the eternal kingdom.