Praise to you, God Most High,
For hearing prayer on the fly…
And your delight
Being quiet in your Sight,
Bringing us into your Light.
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You would talk with us,
Yet we put up the fuss…
Ne’er slowing down
Nor coming around,
In ways that are not just!
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Walking with your children in gardens,
Seeing our eyes at Thee widen…
drying our tears
and calming our fears,
Joy at mutual abiding!
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We don’t model for kids,
the closeness and joy you give…
But stay away–
Asking others pray–
Misunderstanding God’s writ.
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Pray for me, said like Simon,*
The sorcerer on his own ladder climbing…
Unwilling to claim
Given to him in God’s name,
What Christ, without his help, did buy for him!
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–Jonathan Caswell
- Simon the Sorcerer…see The Book of the Acts of the Apostles (or simply…”ACTS”) 8:9-24.
By the Mighty Mumford 