O Most Holy God
How can I honour you
With less than perfect
Obedience?
I wish to be obedient.
Perhaps I have come
A fair way
Since beginning with you
But the million small demands of life
Don’t look sacred.
I tire of little humdrum tasks
You give me.
Obedience eludes me.
This slow work by you
Will re-create.
Give me the grace to live
Till every heart beat, breath is yours.
Teach me your ways.
You’ve promised me a yoke that
Suits me well.
Obedience will become me.
O Most Holy God
Christ, Teacher, Renovator
Of hearts, perfect mine
For your glory.



