Our time here is short. Somewhere behind the sky cover, the sun rises and sets and will rise and set again and again.
Teach us to number our days, even our hours, that we may use each one as we should.
Make your presence here known to us when we wake each morning. As our eyes open, give us a vision for you in hidden places. When we see you, purpose and joy are ours each moment of the day.
Let us see your miracles again. Let our son see your power and even just a glimpse of how big you are.
Cover us with your favor and remind us of it when our plans are changed and when our bodies and hearts give way.
Make our efforts both small and large fruitful today and give them permanence over the tomorrows.