Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 11, 2013 11:08:28 GMT -5
A PRAYER IN THE CELTIC TRADITION
Leave me alone with God as much as may be.
As the tide draws the waters close in upon the shore,
Make me an island, set apart,
alone with you, God, holy to you.
Then with the turning of the tide
prepare me to carry your presence to the busy world beyond,
the world that rushes in on me
till the waters come again and fold me back to you.
- (Author unknown)
This prayer inspired me to write this poem:
THE TIDES OF PRAYER
Christ bids me go into the world, and take His presence there.
To heal a quarrel, give some cheer, and show how Christians care.
But- how can I, when running dry, without the words to heal-
Reflect the radiant love of Christ, and show it to be real?
Christ bids me share my Love of Him, and spread His light around-
To make the lonely heart rejoice, and make the lost feel found.
But- how can I, so weak that I, am far from knowing how-
To find the words that bless and give Christ’s comfort here and now?
Christ tells me, “come back here to me, and ask for what you need,
To bind the wounds that life inflicts, and truly intercede.”
He does not chide or criticize but simply gathers me-
As tides are gathered to the shore, before they are set free.
Christ gathers me in prayer and love and lends his strength and power,
To be equipped to show His love, I’ll need Him every hour!
Without my time alone with Him, I cannot hope to grow-
I need to come to Him in prayer, and ask for wisdom so-
It’s never me, Oh Lord- it’s YOU, who gives me words to say-
How great the Father’s love for all, the LIFE, the TRUTH, the WAY!
© Pauline Griffiths
Leave me alone with God as much as may be.
As the tide draws the waters close in upon the shore,
Make me an island, set apart,
alone with you, God, holy to you.
Then with the turning of the tide
prepare me to carry your presence to the busy world beyond,
the world that rushes in on me
till the waters come again and fold me back to you.
- (Author unknown)
This prayer inspired me to write this poem:
THE TIDES OF PRAYER
Christ bids me go into the world, and take His presence there.
To heal a quarrel, give some cheer, and show how Christians care.
But- how can I, when running dry, without the words to heal-
Reflect the radiant love of Christ, and show it to be real?
Christ bids me share my Love of Him, and spread His light around-
To make the lonely heart rejoice, and make the lost feel found.
But- how can I, so weak that I, am far from knowing how-
To find the words that bless and give Christ’s comfort here and now?
Christ tells me, “come back here to me, and ask for what you need,
To bind the wounds that life inflicts, and truly intercede.”
He does not chide or criticize but simply gathers me-
As tides are gathered to the shore, before they are set free.
Christ gathers me in prayer and love and lends his strength and power,
To be equipped to show His love, I’ll need Him every hour!
Without my time alone with Him, I cannot hope to grow-
I need to come to Him in prayer, and ask for wisdom so-
It’s never me, Oh Lord- it’s YOU, who gives me words to say-
How great the Father’s love for all, the LIFE, the TRUTH, the WAY!
© Pauline Griffiths