Spur Us Onward
Within the finite heart O Lord
dwells the infinite,
often hidden behind walls of fear
and mistrust.
As we stand,
or kneel,
or prostrate ourselves,
trusting in your benevolence,
our hearts expand,
slowly becoming true
to the image you have made us.
We are backed Lord into many corners,
trapped by our own cunning,
the fruit of our works coming to roost,
taunting us.
So we pray beloved,
let us feel your compassion,
allowing each of us
to become your arms to lift up and embrace,
to support and encourage,
allow our mouths to speak in healing ways,
our eyes to see others as a sacred trust to love, and serve-Br.MD
dwells the infinite,
often hidden behind walls of fear
and mistrust.
As we stand,
or kneel,
or prostrate ourselves,
trusting in your benevolence,
our hearts expand,
slowly becoming true
to the image you have made us.
We are backed Lord into many corners,
trapped by our own cunning,
the fruit of our works coming to roost,
taunting us.
So we pray beloved,
let us feel your compassion,
allowing each of us
to become your arms to lift up and embrace,
to support and encourage,
allow our mouths to speak in healing ways,
our eyes to see others as a sacred trust to love, and serve-Br.MD
