Lord, Make My Day

 

 

Make me all blessing, Dearest Lord.

My day lies, yet, before me,

As I wake.

Your Will shall come to me.

May my arms be open

To embrace the gift.

In the giving of grace,

May I ever receive,

And not turn aside a blessing.

 

Some blessings come disguised.

If misfortune lies at my doorstep,

Help me, in me fear,

Lest I bar the door as curse;

You plot a Way across stony ground,

That will lead me, true to You,

To troves You treasure hidden in dark places.

 

You set my course.

May Your brave Spirit

Dress me for each day,

That I may know,

With steady heart,

Your Way is my way,

And I am sent,

And set upon it.

I must stay that course,

Returning blessing for the curse,

Thus spreading grace

That grace abound.

With seeds for the morrow

Fill my purse

That I might spend You

On the poor,

And lavish You on sinners

As I go.

 

At days’ end

May I find myself rejoicing,

And safely rest in Thee,

My All and happy end.