Precious Lord, take my handI spoke these words during Meeting for Worship this past First Day. Then, after a pause and a few deep breaths, I went on:
Lead me on, let me stand
I'm tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
I feel like I have been naughty today. A naughty girl who knows she was being naughty but kept being naughty anyway.
I have spoken kind words with an unkind intention. I haven't been as kind or as loving as I could have been to others. I haven't extended myself in service to others the way I know I can. When I had an opening to address a concern I have had, I did so with a sense of righteous indignation.
I know that others didn't see how I have fallen short of my Light, but I know that I have fallen short. And I know that God knows. So I have sat myself in a corner and there I am staying.
I can see God's hand stretched out to me, but I don't want to reach back. Not yet anyway.
Except that I do... want to reach back.
So I need help, Lord. I need your help to lead me Home.