Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of Hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Prayer for my children and theirs....
"I ask, Father, for my children and theirs and theirs that they say with the psalmist,
'To the hills I lift mine eyes.
Whence shall help for me arise?
From the Lord will come my aid,
He the heavens and earth has made.'
If you made all by a word, you can do all your holy will.
I pray against despair, that worldly wisdom, that sinful independence, that unbelief that keeps our eyes turned down.
And grant my children to say with the psalmist 'My soul is athirst for you' fully sensible that your presence is the prize.