Mighty One,
I confess my lust for power
to turn stone to bread,
to make this world as I wish.
But my powerlessness
is the vacuum into which
your grace rushes
with infinite might.
Give me trust
in your power in my weakness.
Compassionate One,
I confess my fear of pain.
I’m afraid of speaking out
for fear of what it might cost me.
I wish I could not be hurt
even falling from great heights.
Lead me in the way of love,
through the wound of the world.
Give me trust
in your grace as my only security.
Beloved,
I confess I want to be on the inside,
secure in the kingdoms of the world.
But you are my only true belonging.
Give me trust
to rest in your arms.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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