Part 4 in the series on “Newness”
I keep this poem-as-prayer nearby to return to whenever I am considering how – and even if – I am enacting God’s new creation in His world.
Thanks to the poet Joe Seremane (South African politician, activist and veteran of the struggle against apartheid) for being care-full of what we ask.
You asked for my hands,
That you might use them for your purpose.
I gave them for a moment, then withdrew them,
For the work was hard.
You asked for my mouth to speak out against injustice.
I gave you a whisper that I might not be accused.
You asked for my eyes
To see the pain of poverty.
I closed them, for I did not want to see.
You asked for my life,
That you might work through me.
I gave a small part, that I might not get too involved.
Lord, forgive my calculated efforts to serve you –
Only when it is convenient for me to do so,
Only in those places where it is safe to do so,
And only with those who make it easy to do so.
Father, forgive me,
Renew me, send me out
As a usable instrument,
That I might take seriously
The meaning of your cross. Amen.