Dear God, you guide me; let me feel your leading.
You protect me; let me recognize your shield.
You strengthen me; let me stand rooted and still.
You shower me with bounty, Lord. Let me see these piles of ready treasure in every corner.
I am so blind and insensible. And yet you love me still.
You knock at my door and I cower, frightened of what may come. Grant me willingness, Lord, to stand, shuffle over to the entryway, and open. You wait before me, at the threshold, a glowing beacon of love. Let me become illuminated.