Dear Jesus,
Meet me in the morning when new mercies greet my day.
Break your bread of life along my path to mark my way.
Help me cultivate a love of truth and fear of God.
Guide my life through troubles with your loving Shepherd’s rod.
Illuminate your word and help me to understand
Your presence and your purposes, giftings from your hand.
Permeate my life with light and season it with salt.
Help me inform the culture, so You they will exalt.
I want to pray and listen as I commune with you.
May your vision become mine – our hearts be one, not two.
The idea for this little poem came to me during my morning devotional time on a recent Monday morning.
It was a departure from the norm, and I certainly don’t consider myself a poet. After nearly fifty years of walking with God, maybe He was bored with my usual approach. I know I am, at times. We know God is not boring. Sameness is boring and can lull us into ritual rather than authentic relationship. There’s a balance between discipline and rote routine in which no life exists. At the least, I am cautioned to listen rather than launch into a time set aside to commune with God, launch into prayer requests, launch into the way I usually pray with familiar Bible verses. If we listen, Jesus will tell us. If we listen, Jesus will lead us. If we listen, He will change things up. He’s a shaker and the shaking has begun.
~ Nan Robertson
Christ Fellowship