let me see the world, Lord,
through the filter of your love.
the days
and nights.
the clear, sun-infused summers
and the long, frozen winters.
the times of triumph
and the times of weakened despair
when the flowers bloom
and when they fade
for life
as well as death
are for your glory
and your purpose.
my cup runneth over
with the sweet water of your blessing
and it will fill me
so that I am never empty.
