For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long? ~Rebecca Harding Davis
Let me be and praise You, too.
With the breath You breathed into me,
Let me breathe my praise to You.
Teach me ways that lead to worship,
Make my heart one single word:
“Trust” the nature of my nature,
By Your gaze, my mind allured.
Let me be before You, quiet,
Savoring Your saving grace.
Teach me e’er to choose the good part,
Longing only for Your face.