A Word About … Sunday
O Lord,
Forgive my inattentive ways … to your ways.
My life is nothing like you.
For, you are patient; I am not.
You see and hear everything; nothing escapes your notice.
My feeble eyes of faith? On most days, I am truly blind to notice your good plan.
The noise of life, and the roar of meaningless activity all around me,
“Hardens” my hearing;
Yes, I am ‘hard of hearing’ you’re still, small voice.