Lord, it’s me…your child Hudson.
Oh, yes, I know you know who I am, I’m just used to clarifying.
Not everyone knows me as you do.
Request?…No…this time no requests.
Instead Lord, I would like to thank you for the things I often take for granted;
for the air I breathe and for the hands with which I now type.
I had many questions on my way here Lord but you have quieted me.
I have friends who are sick and friends who need homes, cars and hope.
There seems to be no end to the need.
Some are suffering by their own sins and struggle to know your forgiveness.
Some have fallen prey to the schemes of this world.
It is a world of sick people ministering to sick people;
somehow—it is the same world you proclaimed—good.
We have polluted it Lord but worse, we have done it our way.
We have chosen our own intellects and our own strengths,
—trusted our own wisdom and leaned on our own abilities,
—so now we suffer.
Many things to say Lord but this time—no requests.
“One thing I ask of the LORD,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.” Ps. 27:4
I have come with much in mind, with many things in tow.
I have come but this time with no requests.
I know your life to be just as full,
and your mind to be just as occupied.
But take just this moment to rest in Him,
Sit with Him—this time—with no requests.
Copyright(C)2000 Hudson Russell Davis