I've made a rather regular, and somewhat sarcastic, comment on this "commandment" that I think that's the problem: we do! In a generation where it's almost chic to have a therapist, and self-help books seem to have their own store, we're still completely clueless when it comes to loving ourselves.
How many of us really know how to Love someone? how many of us really Love ourselves? Experience on many levels has taught me that most humans' love for others comes with a litany of expectations and/or projections. We "love" husbands and family; and that "love" comes with unspoken expectations of what we'll receive from them in return, or projections of our past experience and self image. And, what happens if the other doesn't respond the way we'd imagined/hoped/expected? Resentment builds. Not very loving. But who pays the ultimate price? We do.
Then there's the other side of the coin: our waning self esteem. Most of us don't believe ourselves to be worthy. But what does scripture tell us? We are God's. We are incredible miracles. We're perfect in our imperfection. Twelve-step programs have a slogan: Progress not perfection.
I'd like to see us work to Love and act out of gratitude instead of expectation and fear. Respond, not anticipate. Look at the Perfect expression of God's unexpressible Self that resides in each of us.
Physicians? Heal thyselves. And Go forth into the world with the Knowledge of who you are at your Core.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
1 Kings 8.23
... [Solomon] said, "Oh Lord, God of Israel, there is no God like you in the heaven above or the earth beneath, keeping covenant and steadfast love for your servants who walk before you with all their heart ...
This is the opening of Solomon's prayer of dedication of the 1st Temple. The only comment necessary is to emphasize we are to walk with our heart as well as our feet. Note, it does not say "hearts," but "heart." We are certainly individuals, but we are part of a single Community of Faith, even when we disagree, as families sometimes do.
This is the opening of Solomon's prayer of dedication of the 1st Temple. The only comment necessary is to emphasize we are to walk with our heart as well as our feet. Note, it does not say "hearts," but "heart." We are certainly individuals, but we are part of a single Community of Faith, even when we disagree, as families sometimes do.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Week 2 Travelogue
This week takes us from Anaktuvuk, to the north coast of Alaska and out onto the Arctic Ocean. So here are links to a couple of short (1 to 2 minute) videos that give a flavor of the journey.
Landing on the airstrip in Anaktuvuk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtMEZhHFwS8
Arctic Ocean in January in Barrow
1 Kings 3.14
If you will walk in my ways, keeping my statutes and commandments as your father David walked, then I will lengthen your life.
Little needs to be said here, save that the same promise made to Solomon is also made to us.
Little needs to be said here, save that the same promise made to Solomon is also made to us.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Judges 5.10-11
Tell of [God's Victory], you who ride on white donkeys, you who sit on rich carpets, and you who walk by the way. To the sound of musicians at the watering places, there they will repeat the triumphs of the Lord, the triumphs of his peasantry in Israel.
A little known but true bit of Biblical history is that most Biblical experts believe the two oldest parts of the Hebrew Scriptures are about women - here, in what is called the "Song of Deborah," and the "Song of Miriam" in Exodus 15.21. Some believe the Song of Miriam may actually be the reporting of an eyewitness to the event. In both, the women and their [presumably] female companions are leading the people [including the men] in praise of God for deliverance, in Miriam's case from the Egyptian Army at the Sea of Reeds and, in Deborah's case, from the Canaanite Army led by General Sisera.
Both Miriam and Deborah are described as "prophets."
So, if these are women are prophets, what "forth-telling" message have they? This oldest of the old forth-telling is the same for both - our victories, be they battles of war or walking to Jerusalem, are from God, not from us, or from riches [one had to be pretty wealthy to own a rare white donkey or to sit on rich carpets].
Much, much later, the [probably] male Psalmist echoes this forth-telling in the opening to another Song of Praise:
Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomine tua da gloriam!
"Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but the glory is given to Your Power [Name]!"
A little known but true bit of Biblical history is that most Biblical experts believe the two oldest parts of the Hebrew Scriptures are about women - here, in what is called the "Song of Deborah," and the "Song of Miriam" in Exodus 15.21. Some believe the Song of Miriam may actually be the reporting of an eyewitness to the event. In both, the women and their [presumably] female companions are leading the people [including the men] in praise of God for deliverance, in Miriam's case from the Egyptian Army at the Sea of Reeds and, in Deborah's case, from the Canaanite Army led by General Sisera.
Both Miriam and Deborah are described as "prophets."
So, if these are women are prophets, what "forth-telling" message have they? This oldest of the old forth-telling is the same for both - our victories, be they battles of war or walking to Jerusalem, are from God, not from us, or from riches [one had to be pretty wealthy to own a rare white donkey or to sit on rich carpets].
Much, much later, the [probably] male Psalmist echoes this forth-telling in the opening to another Song of Praise:
Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomine tua da gloriam!
"Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but the glory is given to Your Power [Name]!"
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Proclaiming the Good News
Will you proclaim by word and example the Good News of God in Christ? This question, from our baptismal covenant, is the first of our meditation questions this week.
(These musings are offered here as a way to start a conversation. After you read them, please click on the comment button and share your own thoughts and musings.)
Most of the conversations I've been involved in with fellow Episcopalians about this question come around to comments like:
"I don't talk about church or God much, but I think I do a pretty good job of being an example. I try to smile, be kind, be friendly and show people I care about them. "
While I exercised today, I pondered this question and the typical responses. I wondered why in this instance it seems so much easier to act than to talk. It seems at odds with the sense we have in other arenas that "talk is cheap." After all, it is much easier to talk about building a house than it is to build one. And, we certainly value the actual building of a house more than we value the talk about it. It's also true that we need to be and we need to meet good, kind, friendly people and we value our encounters with such people. But, in those encounters, are we really proclaiming the Good News of God in Christ? Are we really COMMUNICATING the Good News of God in Christ,? Is that what the people we meet are walking away with? I think we tend to see the question as "Will you proclaim by word OR example... " But the question we are asked is "Will you proclaim by word AND example..."
It seems that without the words, the people we meet may not get to hear the Good News of God in Christ.
(These musings are offered here as a way to start a conversation. After you read them, please click on the comment button and share your own thoughts and musings.)
Most of the conversations I've been involved in with fellow Episcopalians about this question come around to comments like:
"I don't talk about church or God much, but I think I do a pretty good job of being an example. I try to smile, be kind, be friendly and show people I care about them. "
While I exercised today, I pondered this question and the typical responses. I wondered why in this instance it seems so much easier to act than to talk. It seems at odds with the sense we have in other arenas that "talk is cheap." After all, it is much easier to talk about building a house than it is to build one. And, we certainly value the actual building of a house more than we value the talk about it. It's also true that we need to be and we need to meet good, kind, friendly people and we value our encounters with such people. But, in those encounters, are we really proclaiming the Good News of God in Christ? Are we really COMMUNICATING the Good News of God in Christ,? Is that what the people we meet are walking away with? I think we tend to see the question as "Will you proclaim by word OR example... " But the question we are asked is "Will you proclaim by word AND example..."
It seems that without the words, the people we meet may not get to hear the Good News of God in Christ.
Salve me, Domine, ...
... e manibus iniqui, superbi qui cogitant evertere gressus meos, qui abscondunt laqueum mihi.
[Save me, Lord, from the hands of the wicked, the arrogant who plan to overthrow my course, who conceal a trap for me.]
A Prayer for Protection on our Journey
[Save me, Lord, from the hands of the wicked, the arrogant who plan to overthrow my course, who conceal a trap for me.]
A Prayer for Protection on our Journey
Walk In My Ways [KJV, Many Places]
There is a problem with more accurate translations - sometimes the poetry of the archaic language is lost. The phrase in the title of this post is used in the KJV to mean "obey My commandments" or "follow My teaching." Both of these, however more accurate, are more passive that the KJV translation. The KJV version is more physical, gets us more involved.
It actually does not matter much which translation of the Bible is used on the trip to Jerusalem. What matters is walking in God's ways, and doing it poetically - brightly, proudly, and with great, great beauty.
It actually does not matter much which translation of the Bible is used on the trip to Jerusalem. What matters is walking in God's ways, and doing it poetically - brightly, proudly, and with great, great beauty.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Another Map [I Hope]
Heading from Anchorage
Latitude: 61° 13' North
Longitude: 149° 52' West
Initial heading: 355.7° North
Final heading: 182.4° South
Jerusalem-Pony
A donkey or ass, allusive to our Savior's entrance into Jerusalem on an ass.
G.F. Northall's Warwickshire Word-Book, 1896
G.F. Northall's Warwickshire Word-Book, 1896
Leviticus 26.12
And I will walk among you, and will be your God, and you shall be my people.
This verse is part of "The Holiness Code," often thought rather daunting, as over and over, God commands us, "You shall be holy, as I, your God, am holy." That's a pretty heady command, especially taken out of context. In context, however, God is about to lead Israel into the Promised Land, and God does not want them to stray away toward idols, carved images, pillars, or figured stones.
It is not that these are bad - it is not necessary to restart the "Iconoclastic Controversy" and throw out every painting and statue at the Parish. We will experience wondrous things on our journey. If these things we encounter get us closer to God, swell!!! However, our focus should be on God, and not the site, picture, statue, or whatever, which points to God.
God is both transcendent and immanent, and walks with us as with Adam and Eve in The Garden. The fundamental theme of The Holiness Code is God has come to dwell in the midst of God's [sometimes sinful] people.
This verse is part of "The Holiness Code," often thought rather daunting, as over and over, God commands us, "You shall be holy, as I, your God, am holy." That's a pretty heady command, especially taken out of context. In context, however, God is about to lead Israel into the Promised Land, and God does not want them to stray away toward idols, carved images, pillars, or figured stones.
It is not that these are bad - it is not necessary to restart the "Iconoclastic Controversy" and throw out every painting and statue at the Parish. We will experience wondrous things on our journey. If these things we encounter get us closer to God, swell!!! However, our focus should be on God, and not the site, picture, statue, or whatever, which points to God.
God is both transcendent and immanent, and walks with us as with Adam and Eve in The Garden. The fundamental theme of The Holiness Code is God has come to dwell in the midst of God's [sometimes sinful] people.
Monday, January 14, 2008
I feel the earth.... move .... under my feet
Well, that was a friendly little jolt at 11PM tonight! I just keep hanging on to the edge of my daybed and plead with the Universe NOT to send us another "big one" when it's below zero!!
Walking to Jerusalem while there are jolts here and there that make me stop and hold my breath! Every day there are experiences that do the same thing -- those little (or not so little) events during our week that stop us in our tracks. Little wake-up calls that jolt us to pay attention.
As with the earth's seismic activity, I ask only for the ones I can handle; knowing I'm never sent anything I can't handle and reminding me that it's all out of my control.
Walking to Jerusalem while there are jolts here and there that make me stop and hold my breath! Every day there are experiences that do the same thing -- those little (or not so little) events during our week that stop us in our tracks. Little wake-up calls that jolt us to pay attention.
As with the earth's seismic activity, I ask only for the ones I can handle; knowing I'm never sent anything I can't handle and reminding me that it's all out of my control.
Respecting the dignity of every human being ...
We always seem to get on our civil rights high-horses when this topic raises it's philantropic head -- and rightly so. What's happening in Darfur is unconscienable. Extremists and power-mongers world wide are oppressing and displacing people right and left. We pray diligently in our services and our private prayers for the victims of these horrid attrocities. But I wonder, does anyone ever pray for the terrorists? What would happen if we launched a communion-wide prayer discipline of praying for Osama Bin Ladin, the Taliban, and their desperate suicide bombers who feel their only recourse in this world is to blow themselves up? Do we ever pray for them to have a change of heart? For them to feel God's Love and know what is right?
I posed this question to several friends across the country. I was met with answers that ranged from "I'm not there yet; I just can't pray for them" to "no one has ever asked me that ..... I think it's about time we do. Do we have a choice?" "I bet it'd make a difference." Hmmmmm. somewhere between hostile and non-committal. It's that old "great idea! You do it." mentality.
So really, are we ready to look beyond the obvious and actually lift prayers for the perpetrators of the terror? Care to join me?
I posed this question to several friends across the country. I was met with answers that ranged from "I'm not there yet; I just can't pray for them" to "no one has ever asked me that ..... I think it's about time we do. Do we have a choice?" "I bet it'd make a difference." Hmmmmm. somewhere between hostile and non-committal. It's that old "great idea! You do it." mentality.
So really, are we ready to look beyond the obvious and actually lift prayers for the perpetrators of the terror? Care to join me?
A WEEK AT THE GYM
This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo-Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the !@#$ would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other %^&* too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny ()_+! to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that @#$%^ Belinda, more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the &*()_+ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little !@#$) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo-Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door.
Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the !@#$ would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other %^&* too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny ()_+! to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that @#$%^ Belinda, more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the &*()_+ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little !@#$) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Exodus 21:18-19
When individuals quarrel and one strikes the other with a stone or fist so that the injured party, though not dead, is confined to bed, but recovers and walks around outside with the help of a staff, then the assailant shall be free of liability, except to pay for the loss of time, and to arrange for full recovery.
On one level, this is part of the obscure legislation seen so often in the latter part of Exodus and in Leviticus. And, that's true.
It is also true there is more here.
The whole section from which this comes contains laws protecting human beings. The underlying assumption is human life is valuable. It reminds us, in these fractious times, the ideal is for members of the Community of God not to quarrel and fight. It also, however, dispenses with "cheap justice," and affirms persons must be responsible for their actions.
This is important to remember as we walk toward Jerusalem together.
On one level, this is part of the obscure legislation seen so often in the latter part of Exodus and in Leviticus. And, that's true.
It is also true there is more here.
The whole section from which this comes contains laws protecting human beings. The underlying assumption is human life is valuable. It reminds us, in these fractious times, the ideal is for members of the Community of God not to quarrel and fight. It also, however, dispenses with "cheap justice," and affirms persons must be responsible for their actions.
This is important to remember as we walk toward Jerusalem together.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Meditation for the Week of January 13th
Matthew 3:13-17
Jesus came from Galilee to John at the Jordan, to be baptized by him. John would have prevented him, saying, "I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?" But Jesus answered him, "Let it be so now; for it is proper for us in this way to fulfill all righteousness." Then he consented. And when Jesus had been baptized, just as he came up from the water, suddenly the heavens were opened to him and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, "This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased."
Baptismal Covenant – BCP pages 304-5
Three questions from the Baptismal Covenant to reflect on during our meditations this week:
Will you proclaim by word and example the Good News of God in Christ?
Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself?
Will you strive for justice and peace among all people and respect the dignity of every human being?
reflection at the end of week 1 ...
well ...... as I'm sitting here in my warm apartment, I'm concerned deeply for the poor homeless and under-heated that live not only here in Alaska, but also in all parts of the world with questionable winter temps. I feel as though I should be out driving the camps, handing out extra gloves and thermoses full of coffee .... for what little help that would be.
Our questions for this past week were "Who Am I", "What are my Spiritual Gifts", and "What do I bring to the Stable".
Well, who am I? I am a spiritual being compressed in this human form for awhile on this earth. I remember the experience when my father died, and the joy in the room. He was finally free of that ailing body. I just sat there actually with tears of joy thinking to myself how huge our souls are compared to these bodies we learn in.
I'm truly one of the luckiest people I know that I get to work with my spiritual gifts. I'm a healer, teacher, creative cyclone! I keep it real. I work as a healer for about 15 people every week -- not always the same people, but I see 60 people in my office every month. They come -- some broken in mind and spirit, others just aching from too much skiing, hiking, and overly ambitious workout schedules. But they come. What do I bring to the stable of my workplace? The "gift" of keeping it real and of listening both to what they say verbally and what their bodies and souls tell me -- and them. I'm a conduit. I am a "keeper of the sacred space".
That stable image is something I sit with: what is it? the absolute last resort or that Grace we don't see that appears when we most need it. I prefer the latter. Come in and spend some time in The Stable -- get to know Nature; spend some time in the night Silence. Commune with God. Just bundle up; it's going to be cold tonight!
Our questions for this past week were "Who Am I", "What are my Spiritual Gifts", and "What do I bring to the Stable".
Well, who am I? I am a spiritual being compressed in this human form for awhile on this earth. I remember the experience when my father died, and the joy in the room. He was finally free of that ailing body. I just sat there actually with tears of joy thinking to myself how huge our souls are compared to these bodies we learn in.
I'm truly one of the luckiest people I know that I get to work with my spiritual gifts. I'm a healer, teacher, creative cyclone! I keep it real. I work as a healer for about 15 people every week -- not always the same people, but I see 60 people in my office every month. They come -- some broken in mind and spirit, others just aching from too much skiing, hiking, and overly ambitious workout schedules. But they come. What do I bring to the stable of my workplace? The "gift" of keeping it real and of listening both to what they say verbally and what their bodies and souls tell me -- and them. I'm a conduit. I am a "keeper of the sacred space".
That stable image is something I sit with: what is it? the absolute last resort or that Grace we don't see that appears when we most need it. I prefer the latter. Come in and spend some time in The Stable -- get to know Nature; spend some time in the night Silence. Commune with God. Just bundle up; it's going to be cold tonight!
A Walking Song for the Next Week
JUST A CLOSER WALK WITH THEE
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Precious Jesus, hear my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
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