"Sweet Hour of Prayer"
Sweet Hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
A Litany of Thanksgiving
Excerpts from "Meditations of the Heart"
Howard Thurman
Today, I make my Sacrament of Thanksgiving.
I begin with the simple things of my days:
Fresh air to breathe,
Cool water to drink,
The taste of food,
The protection of houses and clothes,
The comforts of home
For these, I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.
I bring to mind all the warmth of humankind that I have known:
My mother's arms.
The strength of my father,
The playmates of my childhood,
The tears I have shed, the tears I have seen,
The excitement of laughter and the twinkle in the eye with
Its reminder that life is good.
For thee I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.
I pass before me the mainsprings of my heritage:
The fruits of the labors of countless generations who lived before me,
without whom my own life would have no meaning;
The seers who saw visions and dreamed dreams;
The prophet who sensed a truth greater than the mind could grasp and whose words could only find fulfillment in the years which they would never see;
For these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.
All these and more than mind can think and heart can feel,
I make as my sacrament of Thanksgiving to Thee, Our Father
in humbleness of mind and simplicity of heart.
For these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day.