Wake me from thinking,
that I have a million more days,
to pull air into these finite lungs.
Let me treat my days I have left,
with humility and amazement,
for that blood which flowed,
down the wounds and face
of our God of compassion.
Let me focus my thoughts,
on my actions and words.
Let me not throw useless talk,
or actions of selfishness around,
without regard of the damage they might do.
Words can be building blocks,
or a wrecking ball for the people we encounter.
Let His love,
be the mechanism which motivates them.
Only you Lord,
can properly guide me,
on how I should love.
Marc Fournier ( H8-92 )