Last night Ray decided to stay at a friend's place to play Magic all night, so I stayed with Tim (the bed, alas, is not big enough for three, as we've discovered generally to the distress of whoever winds up in the middle). Left my nighttime prayer at home. So I'm lying there trying to remember the thing...
Keep watch, dear Lord,
with those who work,
or watch,
or purr,
or snore,
err wups,
how is he asleep already?
Grr.
Um.
Hi Thomas *pause to pet cat*
Right.
Tend the sick, Lord Christ,
give rest to the weary,
bless the dying,
comfort the disturbed,
disturb the comfortable,
oh bugger,
that's not it either.
Err.
Sorry.
So, um. It's dark and I'm going to sleep now.
Can you just keep an eye on me?
Amen.
More often than not, when I don't have a written-down prayer with me, this is how things wind up.
I figure if nothing else, it's genuine...
5 comments:
Love the prayer!
Thanks hun!
Ha, "disturb the comfortable" is a good prayer! ;-P
I think that's a perfectly lovely prayer!
Hugs,
Hedwyg
(who is glad you got all full at church)
I wish I could claim it for my own, Hilbert, but I can't, though I don't remember where I got it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized how appropriate it is - Jesus sure did some disturbing!
Thanks and thanks, Hedwyg *hugs*!
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