Here I am oh Lord.....me of so little power and of mean estate, yet
lifting.......lifting up thy heart and voice to Thee before whom all created
things are as dust and a vapour. Thou are hidden behind the curtain of sense, incomprehensible is thy
GREATEST, MYSTERIOUS IN THINE ALMIGHTY POWER, yet here I am oh Lord of my own free will.
(a diary of private prayer) by John Baillie.
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust. 15 The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more. (Psalm 103; 14-16)
he remembers that we are dust. 15 The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more. (Psalm 103; 14-16)
May all your weekend wanderings be one of saying.........."here I am oh Lord."
all of grace,
the Yahweh Sisters
