For us Your children You do care, So, all our burdens You can bear, We can hand them all over to You, For You can manage as You want to. When You’re willing to do this for us, Why should we raise a foolish fuss Insisting this task we ourselves must do, Though we can give all our cares to You, For You to handle just as You please, Thereby granting us from them release?

What meaning for our life do we derive, An ultimate purpose to remain alive, That to ourselves we may boldly give, For which we want to continue to live: Some passion or cause driving us ahead Through life’s journey until we fall dead That makes being here seem well worth it, Of significance to us sufficiently adequate?   This grand reason in order for us to learn It’s to You, Lord, that we have to turn, For, since it’s You who has kept us here, This it's You alone who can ma

Doing really nothing, sitting in my chair, And of Your presence trying to be aware, Passing time silently, not making a sound, Knowing You’re with me, and all around. It's just for a period that's really quite brief, But enough to give me much-needed relief, Reminding me again that You are with me, Now, as always, wherever I happen to be. What a great blessing this little time to spend, Every now and then Your presence to attend, Sitting in my chair, with nothing else to do B

All forms that diverse we presume, Is it but You who all these assume? In them is it just You who appear, And diversity is an illusion mere? Is it that all beings are forms of You, Through them deeds it is You who do, And objects around, whatever they be, Are You in their appearance in reality?  How freeing it might be to see things thus! Grant us a lasting vision of this to us!