In the way that stone ledges
bound the edges of the water
that courses through the valley,
shape and direct my thoughts,
Oh, Lord my God.
In the way that the shadows
of overstretching limbs
etch the banks below them
and dance on the face of the waters,
let your presence make its mark
upon my soul, Oh, Lord.
In the way that the sun
sparkles on the shallow riffles
and burnishes platinum
on the quiet pools,
may you live within me
and illuminate my path before me.
In the way the fertile bottom ground
beds the seed for sowing,
and provides the deep knowing of roots,
may your Word and your Spirit
nourish my heart and strengthen my soul
that I may more fully bear the image
of the Christ who is my Lord and Savior.
In the way the tall stems bow and sway
in the prairie’s constant breeze,
may your power and presence
keep me ever humble
and yet stirred by the assurance
that through Jesus
I can do all things.
May these gentle hills
and the occasional rough cut
of wild brush and scrub oak
remind me that you are at work
in all things
for my good.
As I look at these great horizons,
these miles of rolling fields,
these continents of sod and sowing,
help me to remember, O Lord,
that your faithfulness is without measure,
that the treasure of your grace is greater than the heavens,
that your unfailing love moves beyond all seeing.
Remind me, too, that though in this great view
I am nothing more than a single stem of last year’s grass
and will soon pass from the pain and pleasures of this earth,
yet you have chosen me,
given me worth beyond my own gain,
anointed me with love that lasts,
given me faith that can see beyond tomorrow,
and made me believe in things
greater than I can comprehend.