Here am I, O God, of little power and estate, yet I lift up my heart and voice to You before whom all created things are as of dust and a vapor. You are hidden behind the curtain of sense, incomprehensible in your greatness, mysterious in your almighty power; yet here I speak with you as familiar as child to parent, and as friend to friend. If I couldn’t speak to you, then I would be without a hope in the world. For it it is of little power that I have to do or ordain.
Not of my own will am I here, and not of my own will shall I soon pass. Of all that will come to me this day, very little will be such as I have chosen for myself. It is You, O hidden one, who appoints my lot and determines the bounds of my habitation. If you who have put power in my hand to do one work, you have withheld the skill to do another. It is you Lord who keeps in your grasp the threads of this day’s life and it is you alone who knows what lies before me. But because you are my Father, I am not afraid. Because it is your own Holy Spirit that stays within my spirit’s innermost chamber, I know that all is well.
What I desire for myself I cannot attain, but what you desire in me You can attain for me. The good that I would, I don’t do, but the good that you will in me, you will give me the power to do.
Dear Father, take this day’s life into your own keeping. Control all my thoughts and feelings. Direct all my energy. Instruct my mind. Sustain my will. Take my hands and make them skillful to serve you. Take my feet and make them swift to do your bidding. Take my eyes and keep them fixed upon your everlasting beauty. Take my mouth and make it eloquent in testimony to your great love. Make this day a day of obedience, a day of spiritual joy and peace. Make this day’s work a little part of the work of the kingdom of my Lord Christ, in whose name these prayers are said. Amen.
Tim Holman, Writer 