A prayer at dawn when one grows tired of waiting
Lord, the Brown-Crested Flycatcher sings before the sun breaches the eastern horizon. Before light hits his eyes he’s proclaiming your mercy.
Open my mouth to sing today, before I see what I long for. Before the ones I long for see the coming of your mercy, let me sing.
Break over the horizon of their blindness, Lord. Open their eyes to see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ.
Break over the horizon of our weariness. Let us see today as a new mercy, not another day of hope deferred.
Yours is the day. Yours is the night. Yours are the seasons of dormancy and the harvest.
What am I waiting for? All my hope is in your rising.
Give me a song.