From your sweetness, may strength come forth
When someone asks me what kind of guy am I sometimes I'll say "I'm sweet"..lol..this beautiful gem puts into words what that means to me...
Frank
Out of your sweetness, may strength come forth. In weakness, may a brave heart grow. In your dependence, may faith take root. From wide-eyed wonder, may wisdom flow. May the lions you face meet a warrior. May you dance on the high fields of praise. May rejoicing run like a river through the valleys of your days. May you stand in your inheritance and live as a child of the king. May your ears be tuned to angels in the wind-whispered glory they sing.
May you carry a furnace fire of hope when the world falls dark around you. May you find in your heart forgiveness when others, unthinking, hurt you. May you know as deep as DNA in the marrow of your soul you are known, you are loved, you are valued. Though you fear it, you are never alone. May you walk in the cool of the evening in the garden your maker has given. May you bring to trembling, fragile earth the certain touch of heaven. May your eyes never lose the wonder of the miracle of your birth. From your heart, come love. From your life, come truth. From your sweetness, may strength come forth.
From Spoken Worship: Living Words for Personal and Public Prayer
by Gerard Kelly
Frank
Out of your sweetness, may strength come forth. In weakness, may a brave heart grow. In your dependence, may faith take root. From wide-eyed wonder, may wisdom flow. May the lions you face meet a warrior. May you dance on the high fields of praise. May rejoicing run like a river through the valleys of your days. May you stand in your inheritance and live as a child of the king. May your ears be tuned to angels in the wind-whispered glory they sing.
May you carry a furnace fire of hope when the world falls dark around you. May you find in your heart forgiveness when others, unthinking, hurt you. May you know as deep as DNA in the marrow of your soul you are known, you are loved, you are valued. Though you fear it, you are never alone. May you walk in the cool of the evening in the garden your maker has given. May you bring to trembling, fragile earth the certain touch of heaven. May your eyes never lose the wonder of the miracle of your birth. From your heart, come love. From your life, come truth. From your sweetness, may strength come forth.
From Spoken Worship: Living Words for Personal and Public Prayer
by Gerard Kelly
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