James 2:17

So faith by itself, if it has no works, is dead.

Lord, my words are my works.

Without them my faith is dead.

My words are prayer.

My words are praise.

My words are a plea on

behalf of the spirit inside me,

the soul that holds my

innermost thoughts,

those hidden needs,

those hidden dreams,

a soul that holds both

worry and fear but also

hope and faith and love.

Here in these words, Lord,

You will find my faith.

You will find the passion

and longing that pushes me

out of the bed each morning,

the longing for You, Lord,

that draws me out of the night

and into the blessed sunrise.

Here, Lord, right here, in these words,

I bloom, I reveal, I unfold the pages

of my life, of my story, so I can share

the Good News that You have shown me.

These words are my works.

These words are my testimony,

my witness to Your love and power, Lord,

to a love that is unceasing and ever-expanding,

a love that is rushing forward, even now,

to the outer edges of the universe.

These words are my works.

Amen.