Dear Lord, please grant me just one peaceful day;
At dawn, I’ll rise to pray the hours away.
Please banish worldly matters that intrude,
And long past sunset, I’ll give gratitude.
Dear Lord, please bless me with some quiet hours;
Time for me to sense Thy tender powers . . .
Uninterrupted time with Thy good book,
Without the nagging quest of what to cook.
Dear Lord, please take me to a lovely place
Where clutter vanishes without a trace;
Where eagles fly, and mountains are to view,
And not for scaling up or plowing through.
Dear Lord, please reach out with Thy gentle hands,
To stabilize the pulse of life’s demands;
Please remove some chores from my long list,
Thou knowest, most of them will not be missed.
Dear Lord, give me the heart and eyes to see;
The me that is mature spiritually;
Please open up a vision clean and clear
Of what my mission is while I am here.
Child, you have not understood my ways;
Spiritual life is not in tranquil days.
I have a lovely place prepared for you,
But here and now, we’ve heaven’s tasks to do.
Life is not a product to put out;
Life is not a time card, have no doubt;;
Life is not a checklist or a race;
Life is not blue ribbons for first place.
Right now, heav’n surrounds you all the while,
It’s there inside a tiny baby’s smile,
You’ll find it in a whisper on the breeze;
And every time you drop onto your knees.
Heaven comes in snatches, look around;
When you seize the moment it is found.
Little joys and fragments of delight;
Little blessings, little rays of light.
Time is not your enemy, dear friend;
Eternity awaits and has no end;
All along the road, I’m very near;
Just call my name, because, "I’m here! I’m here!"
At dawn, I’ll rise to pray the hours away.
Please banish worldly matters that intrude,
And long past sunset, I’ll give gratitude.
Dear Lord, please bless me with some quiet hours;
Time for me to sense Thy tender powers . . .
Uninterrupted time with Thy good book,
Without the nagging quest of what to cook.
Dear Lord, please take me to a lovely place
Where clutter vanishes without a trace;
Where eagles fly, and mountains are to view,
And not for scaling up or plowing through.
Dear Lord, please reach out with Thy gentle hands,
To stabilize the pulse of life’s demands;
Please remove some chores from my long list,
Thou knowest, most of them will not be missed.
Dear Lord, give me the heart and eyes to see;
The me that is mature spiritually;
Please open up a vision clean and clear
Of what my mission is while I am here.
Child, you have not understood my ways;
Spiritual life is not in tranquil days.
I have a lovely place prepared for you,
But here and now, we’ve heaven’s tasks to do.
Life is not a product to put out;
Life is not a time card, have no doubt;;
Life is not a checklist or a race;
Life is not blue ribbons for first place.
Right now, heav’n surrounds you all the while,
It’s there inside a tiny baby’s smile,
You’ll find it in a whisper on the breeze;
And every time you drop onto your knees.
Heaven comes in snatches, look around;
When you seize the moment it is found.
Little joys and fragments of delight;
Little blessings, little rays of light.
Time is not your enemy, dear friend;
Eternity awaits and has no end;
All along the road, I’m very near;
Just call my name, because, "I’m here! I’m here!"
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