Open our eyes,
Lord,
especially if they are half shut
because we are tired of looking,
or half open
because we fear to see to much,
or bleared with tears
because yesterday and today and tomorrow
are filled with the same pain,
or contracted,
because we only look at what we want to see.
especially if they are half shut
because we are tired of looking,
or half open
because we fear to see to much,
or bleared with tears
because yesterday and today and tomorrow
are filled with the same pain,
or contracted,
because we only look at what we want to see.
Open our eyes,
Lord,
to gently scan the life we lead,
the home we have,
the world we inhabit,
and so to find,
among the gremlins and the greyness,
signs of hope we can fasten on and encourage.
to gently scan the life we lead,
the home we have,
the world we inhabit,
and so to find,
among the gremlins and the greyness,
signs of hope we can fasten on and encourage.
Give us whose
eyes are dimmer by familiarity,
a bigger vision of what you can do
even with hopeless cases and lost causes
and people of limited ability.
a bigger vision of what you can do
even with hopeless cases and lost causes
and people of limited ability.
Show us the
world as in your sight,
riddled by debt, deceit and disbelief,
yet also
shot through with possibility
for recovery, renewal, redemption.
riddled by debt, deceit and disbelief,
yet also
shot through with possibility
for recovery, renewal, redemption.
And lest we fail
to distinguish vision from fantasy,
today, tomorrow, this week,
open our eyes to one person or one place,
where we - being even for a moment prophetic -
might identify and wean a potential in the waiting.
today, tomorrow, this week,
open our eyes to one person or one place,
where we - being even for a moment prophetic -
might identify and wean a potential in the waiting.
And with all of
this,
open our eyes, in yearning, for Jesus.
open our eyes, in yearning, for Jesus.
On the
mountains,
in the cities,
through the corridors of power
and streets of despair,
to help, to heal,
to confront, to convert,
O come, O come, Immanuel.
in the cities,
through the corridors of power
and streets of despair,
to help, to heal,
to confront, to convert,
O come, O come, Immanuel.
Cloth for the Cradle:
Worship resources and readings for Advent, Christmas & Epiphany, Iona
Community, Wild Goose Worship Group, 1997.
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