Lord, I' m offering You a new day.
Already, You know,
‘This isn't going to be pretty.'
I count on You to do
What You have always done.
Take the morsels
Which Your hand has touched.
As for the rest,
With one mighty
Exhalation of Holy Breath
Spirit the chaff away.
At days’ end,
As with all my yesterdays,
I will lay my head
Upon Your Breast,
And sweetly count
Our hours.
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