“O Lord and Maker of all things, for whose creative power the first light came forth,
who looked upon the world’s first morning and saw that it was good,
I praise you for this light that now streams through my windows
to rouse me to the life of another day.
I praise You for the life that stirs within me:
I praise You for the bright and beautiful world into which I go:
I praise You for the earth and sea and sky, for scudding cloud and singing bird:
I praise You for the work You have given me to do:
I praise You for all that You have give me to fill my hours:
I praise You for friends:
I praise you for music and books and good company and all pure pleasures.
Amen.”
Lord, I praise You for You and all these pure pleasures You spill…
Photo: Saturday sun, solitary red ball, coming up quietly over our fields…
~John Baillie, excerpted from a Diary of Private Prayer
