Psalm 139:8

The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
    your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever.

Yesterday’s prayer fades fast,

like words written in water

on Moses’ rock, evaporating

like the mist at sunrise.

I wake each morning

and must renew,

must begin again,

and reach deep inside,

scraping the last scraps

of hope from my soul.

This is how I will build my day.

No—this is how God will build my day.

I will offer up to Him all that is still pure—

my innocence, my optimism, my faith—

but is beginning to wither under

the harsh light of the world’s judgement.

I will offer up to God everything

the world has tried to throw away,

my passion, my zeal, my desire to serve,

my desire to heal and to love—

to God I will lift these up, whatever remains,

and then I will wait for God

to do His God-thing

and take these scraps, these castaways

and replant them in fertile soil

and nourish them with Living Water.

I will wait for God to speak,

to sing to all that’s good within me.

I will wait for all that’s good to grow.

I will do this daily.

Every morning I will begin again.

Every morning I will pray.

Amen.