“May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to you,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.”
Yes, oh yes Lord,
How I long to please you!
But, may these thoughts,
And may these words
Not die on my lips, Savior-King.
You’ve revealed your heart,
You ask for something more.
By your Spirit’s gracious power,
May these meditations
Minister your mercy
To a broken, hurting world,
With every part of me.
With sturdy feet that will carry me to and from
Your well of exceedingly Good News.
With willing hands
To serve Your living water to any and all who thirst.
With a strong stomach for the world’s pain
We wait for you to heal.
With clear eyes to see the lonely souls
Amidst the jostling throng.
With a joyful countenance
Made lively with Your hope-filled love.
You declare yourself a solid rock
In a world that shakes incessantly.
You take on the role of our Redeemer
In a world that disdains sacrifice
And devalues the worth, the weight
Of an individual’s life.
I cling to you
And revel in your redemption!
Empower me with your compassion.
Propel me where you will.
Own my thoughts,