Creator, like the breeze of wind in spring's march
You blow across the plains;
all the earth
grows with each breath.
Gathering the dawn, and collecting the
body of Your kingdom,
molding the global community that will be.
like the warmth of sun poured out
on the morning mist of predawn,
fills the shadows of darkness
and gives new light for illumination.
Like the aroma of the tallest of sycamore trees
that line the dancing brook,
You are carried on the breeze.
You clothe our senses,
carpet our hopes with shades of purple of gold,
the adornment of the One,
ushered in as the King, who is Christ.
You sweep in,
bringing relief to parched soils,
and loosen the grip of winter in the tundra.
You dissipate the smog,
encouraging us to breathe You in,
you sweet ruach, "breath of God."
The gulf hears Your roar
as You destroy sandy foundations,
forfeiting materialistic ideas,
quickening us to the center of our soul.
Like the lover's breath,
You whisper hope,
and seal us to You
with grace from Your Spirit.
Some days, the salty tears,
which created our oceans in Your own loneliness,
fall from Your face still,
leaving us to wonder what
possibilities are availing.
But like the first cosmic light of dusk,
You are there to greet us.
So You visit us in the
evening of our life
when we sense our work is complete,
delivering to us Your complete peace.
I believe in Your Holy Spirit,
which gives each of us life
poured out on all flesh.
Who, with the Father
and the Son,
is worshiped and glorified.
Celebrate the day and Stay in God's grip!
Written by G. Todd Williams, from the book, "Let Us Pray: Reformed Prayers for Christian Worship", Martha Gilliss, Editor, Geneva Press, copyright 2002
Rev. G. Todd Williams lives in the Houston metro area and is a Hospice Chaplain and ordained Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) pastor.