Friday, January 24, 2014
Father, let my hands be instruments to hold the young, to embrace the elderly, to wash dishes, vacuum floors for your glory.
Keep my back strong so I can lift boxes for the poor and bend low before you in humility.
Strengthen my legs to go into places where other fear to go.
Give my mouth the ability to speak the word of truth to a crooked generation.
Keep my eyes from those things that act to distract me from the Beauty of your Face.