Will I thrive? Will all be well?
So many worries course through my thoughts: a river of woe.
I can see beauty amidst trouble. Clear my vision, Lord, and take away my grumbling.
Here in my dwelling, fill it with love, my dear friend.
Let me gladly stand at the back of the crowd, last in line. My portion will come, Lord, you will see to it.
O! Grant me a better faith.
Yet in seclusion, fear grips me. Of what does it consist? Worry I may be driven out of idleness, worry that others may judge me.
Lord, let me trust you. While I stand still, you bring me supply and treasure. Let me see it even in these dim conditions.
Amidst calamity, how can I see that all is well?
Enter my thoughts, Lord, and change my heart. Grant me gratitude even in the face of these tragedies.
Turn my mind to helping others and spreading your love. In my sorrow, let me be not a miser.
Is my life such tragedy that a poet should write of it?
I live, Lord, with restriction. Even on the dullest days, trouble visits. Obligations remain.
My dearest and best friend, I am ordinary. No epic hero nor tragic figure. Let me quietly labor today, following your direction.
Let me carry the message, your message, of peace to all who hear my voice.
You are abundance, let me be untroubled by the prospect of lack.
You are perfect approval, let me not be worried by ignominy.
You are love, let me not fear loneliness.
Today, let me turn all these gifts to helping others. Let me spread abundance, approval, and love to my fellows.
Will you grant me strength to do your will?
What I already have is sufficient to meet what you ask.
Let me rejoice in what is to come, what gifts and healing and supply you are delivering.
In my thoughts, tomorrow shines bright. Let me see how today glows too with warmth.