Tomorrow, I'm preaching on worship. It's on my mind. With perfect timing, this marvelous prayer written by my buddy Ray Hardin was emailed to me tonight. I had to share it with you.
Feed Us
How hungry we get after
leaving home, Lord. Oh, it’s
tolerable for a while
because we have our minds
made up and our jaw
set. We tell ourselves there’s
nothing at all to fear—we
simply need to stay
focused on the goal,
work hard, look good and keep our
wits about us.
The props we drag along to make us
feel good about ourselves—oh!
how important that is—
too soon turn into dead
weights we would leave beside
the path if we had any
real courage. But our courage
fades as our hunger
grows. So we quicken our pace to
put some distance between
ourselves and you, thinking
that any day we will
arrive at whatever place it is we
imagine can our fill
our needs. No offense, Lord, but
sometimes we feel we
really need to make it on our
own, provide for ourselves
and be grown up at last.
But the hunger deepens
and seeps into all our
empty places like sand.
Weighing us down and sapping
our strength.
Until the journey is no fun any more.
The bright destination
becomes only a mirage.
Our path becomes too
steep with the weight of
all the heavy help we’ve
thought to depend on. Until
finally we can’t go
on any further. That’s when we lay
to you, O Lord. Save us. Feed us.