Borrowed Parts
Oh Lord, breathe within me the warmth of Your holy light. Your Word is the
knife by which I carve this journey of life. Set forth with blessed talents so
carefully endowed, brothers and sisters, our task is begun. This is the
crucible we were meant to overcome. We do not rest in a city upon a hill. We
will not fall upon our knees and tremble at the pit. The world plunges deeper,
all-consuming and sparing none. Oh the mercilessness of its iniquity. Unabashed
we stand, no longer bound by our world; we are set free by Yours. For Your
Grace so sufficient and Your power made perfect in our weakness, we pray. Your
promise is our sanctity. Your forgiveness is our hope. To give up our hearts to
You, to live in You, to be as Your example, to do Your will by our own
sacrifice: that is our ministry. Sharing, understanding, experiencing the
Cross; we are transformed. We are but mere sinners embodied by a new holy form.
Oh Jesus lend me Your eyes so I may see justice through deceit. Lend me Your
ears so I may hear the fallen cries. Lend me Your hands so I may take others
into mine*