By Stephen W. Hiemstra
Cover me, Lord, with your mercy
like a morning blanket when I am not ready to face the day.
Coffee offers no temptation; the sun’s glare seems yet so distant.
I want to be someone else, somewhere else in some other time.
For my life has too many moving parts
and I feel like scraps of meat being fed into the grinder.
Where has my strength gone?
The tooth paste is out of the tube and its just a mess–no teeth seem any cleaner.
Yet, you, oh Lord, are my hope.
Your story, like so many I have already experienced, has a happy ending.
The grinder does not win; coffee is not my strength; signs do not scare ghosts.
In the power of your Holy Spirit, draw me especially close today
and grant me the peace that passes all understanding,
In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.
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