Praying Psalm 1


God, Source of my joy,          help me check my selfishness, leave the path of fear,          and not speak ill of anyone.

I delight in you,          mindful of your love every moment. I am like a tree planted by a lovely stream.          May I yield the fruit of your love. I receive the life you give me;          it thrives in me.

Whatever is evil in me          is like chaff your wind blows away. It doesn't last in the face of your truth;          it is overwhelmed by your presence          like a great congregation within me. Watch over my way, God: may I be loving.          Let my hurtful inclinations be changed.

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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