Thursday, March 23, 2006
Meditation on God's Grace
O Lord,
In a world that rushes by us, so changeable,
filled with some moments of happiness
that we would cling to forever,
but which slip past our fingers,
filled with horror, sadness
grief,
dark moments,
These too pass in that ever-flowing stream of time.
Our mighty works crumble.
The words we've spoken echo away.
Nothing permanent,
nothing certain
except that we were born,
we will live,
we will die.
And yet, when we look back
and see all is darkness,
a light comes shining like a beacon
to pierce the darkness
and meaninglessness of all our griefs, and tears, and pain,
a fire sparked by a love we do not deserve,
a light kindled with hope we do not merit,
a beacon fueled by a perfect sacrifice.
O Light,
who emptied yourself out to dwell among us,
O Word
who came to teach us the things that matter,
O Son
who came giving the message of hope to a sin-weary world,
O Christ
lifted high between Heaven and earth,
You are the beacon that pierces the meaninglessness of the night,
the shelter against the winds of change,
the entryway to that permanence
that can only come from one
not bound by time or space or the limits of this universe,
and in your hands only
can I find the rest that really matters.
O God the Father
who loves us,
O God the Son
who gave all for us,
O God the Spirit
breathing life into us,
in gratitude I say
Alleluia!
Susan E. Stone, 2006
In a world that rushes by us, so changeable,
filled with some moments of happiness
that we would cling to forever,
but which slip past our fingers,
filled with horror, sadness
grief,
dark moments,
These too pass in that ever-flowing stream of time.
Our mighty works crumble.
The words we've spoken echo away.
Nothing permanent,
nothing certain
except that we were born,
we will live,
we will die.
And yet, when we look back
and see all is darkness,
a light comes shining like a beacon
to pierce the darkness
and meaninglessness of all our griefs, and tears, and pain,
a fire sparked by a love we do not deserve,
a light kindled with hope we do not merit,
a beacon fueled by a perfect sacrifice.
O Light,
who emptied yourself out to dwell among us,
O Word
who came to teach us the things that matter,
O Son
who came giving the message of hope to a sin-weary world,
O Christ
lifted high between Heaven and earth,
You are the beacon that pierces the meaninglessness of the night,
the shelter against the winds of change,
the entryway to that permanence
that can only come from one
not bound by time or space or the limits of this universe,
and in your hands only
can I find the rest that really matters.
O God the Father
who loves us,
O God the Son
who gave all for us,
O God the Spirit
breathing life into us,
in gratitude I say
Alleluia!
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Holy Trinity, Jesus' Love, Praise and Thanksgiving
