Abba,
In your hands you hold my life,
my body is dust returning to dust,
my time here fragile and short,
like a snowflake already melting away.
Life and loved ones pass through,
leaving suddenly
reminding me of the thin veil
between here and there,
Tomorrow isn’t promised to me,
your breath and power sustain me today.
In my weakness,
I sense your control and strength,
Holding me close, holding me safe,
as I surrender my illusory control to you.
I’ll trust in, lean on, depend on you today,
taking every thought captive,
casting every care on you,
resting in your atonement and resurrection,
knowing I’m alive,
and my soul is well in you.
Amen.
Creative Pray 