Simplicity

It is the simple that I seek.
The simplicity that is unmistakeably You.

Not simple whatsoever,
But simple on the surface, to our eyes.

There is certainly nothing simple about a human body.
Nor anything else that inhabitants this planet.
But it is Your talent to make the complex simple.
So simple that we can forget.
Forget that You are the foundation of it all.
Forget that we are only tenants.
Only extras in the movie titled, "I AM".

Empower me to seek this simplicity.
The simplicity of resting in Your complexity.
Not the complexity of my own simplicity.
Life is not complicated until we try to take the reins.
People are hard to please,
Houses are hard to heat,
Cars are difficult to pay for,
And mouths are difficult to feed,
Only when the reins are in our hands.

It is all in the skill of the one at the helm.

Through You

You can make it happen Lord.
Whatever is Your will.
Do not let the feebleness of me get in the way.
I am weak but You are strong.
Whatever You have me do is great.
Whatever I do on my own is worthless.

Whether it is sport, study, or service,
Shine through.
Do not let me try painting on my own.
I think I can hold the brush and be elegant,
Do not let me forget that You want to create a masterpiece.

The world does not need any more human effort.
Our history books are littered with such.

In the same vein,
Do not allow me to aspire to the etching of my name in those pages.
The Book of Life is where I want the ink spent.
Let it be so.

Lead me down Your path.
Let me find no pleasure in the path carved by human effort.

The touch of the Divine is so sweet.
Have me pant for Your caress.
It is only through You that I desire any rest.

Wherever

O Lord I pant.
I pant for Your Touch
Your undeniable presence in my life.

O how robbed are those who have not felt it.
Lead me along Your Path,
So that I may lead others to the origin of their's in You.

Take me wherever You must.
Geographically, intellectually, or financially.
Do not let the "me" get in the way of You.

Lead me wherever.
Wherever the harvest is plentiful and my sickle is effective.

You have instructed us to go.
May I go where You have prepared.

As I do, may I be strengthened in You.
Becoming the vessel You have created me to be.

The path must lead directly to Your throne room.
It must pull many from the muck,
Dragging them against the will of Satan into the glory of Your presence.

Take me wherever it must be.