Teach Me to Number My Days

Psalms, Prayers, and Devotionals

Dear Lord,

            What is my purpose, my identity here on earth?  What would You have me do while I am alive, most Benevolent and Living Master.  You are as a Silent Witness in my heart who awakened me.  You baptized my soul into Your body.  Please Lord, even if it is only but a small portion of Your kingdom, so long as I might faithfully serve You; so long as I might be able to express my devotion to You; so long as I might be able to one day present these offerings at Your feet, then I shall be happy.

     Lord, You invited me and so I invite You too.  Please move me and abide strongly in my heart.  I resign myself and wait for You to actualize in my existence.  My life is like a passing dream—I am watching it pass by.  Teach me to number my days so that my life will not have been lived in vain. 

     You are the sunshine and I am Your garden.  You are a rainbow and I am Your treasure at its end.  Make me beautiful in Your eyes.  Is my Love and devotion worthy or wanting?  I must know, so that I can understand how to keep improving for You.

     Father, all things are possible thanks to Your Son Jesus, my brother Jesus.  You are my Father thanks to Him.  Oh Beloved, instruct me as needed.  Let us grow closer together as one in our communion and contemplation with one another.  In Jesus Name.  Amen.

Larry Word

As a Gentle Breeze Sweeps Away Powder, You Make Me Passive to Your Touch

Psalms, Prayers, and Devotionals

Dearest Master,

         You uplift my inward parts and give me new direction.  You take control of me as I submit, as a gentle breeze sweeps away powder, You make me so passive to Your touch.

     Father, nurse me to life, through these revolving cycles of wake and sleep.  Tune me as an instrument to be played.  Bless the works of my hands and keep me a humble man.  Accept these sacrifices and devotion to You; receive me as I am—one who is unworthy of You; one who is imperfect and flawed.  Please receive me as I am and straighten me out.  Could it be that the more I have lost means the more I realize my need for You?  Oh, the mystery of grace, how sweet it is!

     Beloved, I know that miracles are real, for the relationship we share is full of them.  I have become destitute and You have enriched me.  I became blind and You healed me.  Now I ask how You want Your resources allocated.  Make me a good steward over Your possessions. 

     There is a way that seems right to a man, but I seek the counsel of God.  Father, thank You for another chance, for the hope that pours forth from my heart.  I know not where You want me to go, or what You want me to do, but I put one foot in front of the other and go to a land that You will show me.  I move at Your command and seek that spiritual promise. Help me grow in Your Spirit.  Guide me in all things.  Praise, honor, and glory be to You my Master, Jesus.  Amen.

Larry Word