We arise each morning
From a night of rest
With a choice to fill
Our mind of emptiness
We tend to think of tasks
Things that we must do
Turning on the noise
World takes control of you
Or drift into a sunrise
Of what God has prepared
Receiving of the light
Drawing deep fresh air
A choice of man’s creation
Or greater gifts to share
One leading to stress
The other unto prayer
A space that is empty
Dwells in the air
Slowing the filling
Of Your grace to appear
A psalm of beauty
Sweet the birdsong
Joy for the heart
To carry along
Drawing of dep
Lungs of the filling
Gift of our life
Through Spirit fulfilling
And blessed is the soul
In gift that bestowed
To be of the Presence
Of our God here to know
In the dark of winter
On a cold Monday night
They gathered together
To sing with delight
I sat in the last pew
To offer a prayer
The sound of their voices
Rose into the air
A prayer of the letting
To enter the flow
To carry my soul
Of arches to go
Filling the space
Once empty before
With one voice of praise
Of song to adore
Light filling the dark
Warming the cold
God shines with delight
Of this beauty, behold
This space is filled
With precious light
Let joy arise
In souls’ delight
Overwhelmed
As grace reigns down
A moving still
Spirit surrounds
Absorbed within
The body One
In presence
Our Gods own Son
Surrender now
His love to know
A filling be
To overflow
Your gift is offered
Of blood and body
Grant me the grace
To accept them fully
Fill me with Presence
Fill with mercy
Fill with forgiveness
Fill with beauty
Fill me with stillness
Fill with Your will
Fill me with strength
Fill hope to instill
Fill me with peace
Fill with desire
Fill me with faith
Fill with Spirits fire
Fill me with love
Fill with Word true
Fill with transformation
Fill me with You
Peace is full this morning
Day beginning, stilling
Creation offers praise
Two ears of the filling
A swirling serenade
A funneling into
Carrying all focus
Of the way of You
Eyes no need of seeing
Savoring sweet sound
A feast for the soul
Something known is found
Echoes of the deep
With prayer of the fond
Soaking of the Spirit
A drifting just beyond
DarylMadden 