Give sight to my eyes, Father.
Let my heart ache with what
Makes yours.
May my mind be clear as the
Mid-summer sky.
Whisper Your love in the
Stillness, Oh God.
Call me into Your countenance.
Enlightened in the shadow of
The Almighty.
Your wisdom, my delight.
Your will, my desire.
Your hand, my guidance.
Blameless in Your sight, Yeshua,
Gently restored by Your grace,
Chosen child of the King of kings.
-Julie Riffle