Predawn risers greet You, Love. Cricket chorus swells and recedes; first bird calls We, we, we, we; soon the second To You! To You! Eager, tentative, insistent, intermittent, we stutter, reaching for highest praise lines. Earth's Big Picture Truth-Teller, can we become co-creators? Still Small Love Voice, will Your lyrics prevail over shrill hate cries?
Extreme Love, You never desert us but we get lost in ever-expanding deserts. You free us, You lead us to free others; why are so many still enslaved? You create us healthy on this good earth yet we pollute, sicken, need Your healing wisdom. Fearless Love, You steady us through all storms; how will we follow You in disaster zones? Can all of us care for the poor as You do? What would You have us learn from history?
Between thanksgivings we often ignore You, Holy Peace, lapse into ignorance, revert to complaining. Between blessings and bliss we forget You, Holy Joy, captured by contagious cravings. Between compassion and justice we overlook You, Holy Love, disoriented with fearful impatience. Yet Your Reconciling Spirit renews peace through humble truth telling. Your Vibrant Creative Spirit renews joy in church family gatherings. Your Tender, Attentive Spirit renews love even for faithless, hopeless ones like us.
Faithful Family Builder, Constant Community Developer, our people-loving lives revolve around You. Companion of trusting souls, Your wisdom and kindness heal painful memories. At day's or decade's end we rejoice for miracle rescues, give thanks for Your protection and provision, humble leaders, just-in-time food and water supplies. Commander of all nature's forces, You marshall light and darkness, blood and water, amphibians and insects, lightning and hail, life and death. Awe-striking Orchestrator of all molecules in earth, air, fire and water, we worship You. Divine-Human Covenant Maker, Sacred Promise Keeper, we adore You.
We poet creatures yearn to portray You, Cosmic Creator, Sole Light and Life Source. Your vast silence quells chaos, invites us back to Creation's womb. There we hear Your "Let there be" and "Let the dry land appear". We earthlings long to be present to You, Body-Spirit Joiner and Nourisher. By water sounds or wind touch You call each wild soul to thrive, tending our garden home. Birds, horses, bees, friends inspire, encourage. We artists eagerly celebrate You, Sun Generator, Moon Phase Tide Mover. Breathing through us, You balance and sustain our biorhythms; by wise, kind insight You ensure provision of food for all.
Soul friends celebrate You, Creator Love: each cell of every live body pulsates with Your mind-sweeping, healing energy. You reverse aging; we're children again, content in Your smile, telling our stories. Many mini-monsters had me pinned down but You, Great Good Spirit, blew them to Mars. I fell off a cliff, figured I was dead, but clown angels brought me to Your village. Divine Parent, author of our planet's house rules, we dance with all beings of light, crazy glad for how lovingly You care.
Love over all, are You there still listening to bare-bone sighs? How can we know You care for widowed refugee parents? Love for all, where will orphaned children find answers to prayer? Only You can bear to hear; only You can end nightmares. Love among us, ferret out scare-raising booby trappers. By Your Light we dare to greet each other, bury grudges. Love in us, remove all snares; clarify healing power; aerate creative channels for public square newcomers.
We will write our life-song tribute to You, Irresistibly Loving Arbiter. (Can we see You soon?) We will not be enticed by frills or thrills but delight in Your home-building friendship. We will not condone braggarts or bullies but condemn bigotry and backstabbing. We will steer our course to New Peaceful Realm by Your trusty buoy lights and foghorns. (Are we coming close?)