That way

 What are you 

Up to 

Lord

I’ve not 

A clue

And sometimes

I think

You like

It that way

the privilege

 A privilege

To be

So loved

By you

And I 

Can’t count

The ways

In which

You continue

To show

Your Presence

Even as

I’m consumed

By worries

You’re keenly 

Aware of

Redirect my 

Tired soul

And give me

Beauty

Replacing

The struggle

With only

A peace

That belongs to

You

The Holy One

O Merciful One

Visit me

And give me

What I need

Even as 

I resist

Every day

It seems

Good morning

 Good morning

Have a lovely day 

My friends

Sending hugs

And smiles

Across the miles

measure

 Sometimes joy

Is a bowl

Of your 

Favorite childhood cereal

On a 

July morning

Where you crave

Comfort

And nostalgia

In equal measure 

trust anyway

 Praising

Because 

I’m alive

And able

To worship

The King

Be my light

As I encounter

Darkness

At every side

Be my guide

When I understand 

Nothing

But trust

You anyway

You are

 Sunday sermon

May I rest

Truly rest 

In who 

You are

Not who

I think

I am

in your stead

 May you be

Who I praise

Even as each

New day

Brings new uncertainty 

And possible disappointment 

May recognition 

Be present

That with you

All is still

Well in

Your stead