Sweet hour of prayer
It isn’t even breakfast time
but, with a sigh,
my eye falls on a filing tray -
and papers high
call like a petulant young child
with whining cry.
Reminder notes of emails that
arrived last night
for diplomatic answering
and wording right,
and urgent inspiration, ‘cos
deadlines are tight,
A cluster of awaiting bills
need access to a bank on-line
and I can’t put that job off yet
Long Minutes for deciphering
of meetings past,
targets to meet, phone calls to make,
I pause, aghast,
at cumulative PC tasks
Switch on! The screen awakens to
but ‘blazoned there, before my eyes,
on the display
a pertinent reminder, takes
my breath away.
‘Be still’, the words with power read,
‘Be still and know
that I am alone am God indeed’,
the tidal flow
of all those urgent pressing needs
begins to slow.
‘Be still’ before my God and King,
how can it be
that I could rush into a day
I disconnect, leaving for now
There’s hidden manna in His Word,
rich treasure there
that feeds, restores my battered soul
with jewels rare
He draws me to His side in this
sweet hour of prayer.
The minutes pass, unnoticed are
the ticking clocks,
jobs wait, now growing fainter their
sweetest communion with my God.
It is the time to re-connect,
in doing find
the peace and presence of my God
I face the day and tasks ahead
with renewed mind.
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