Sunday, March 2, 2008

The following poem was borrowed from Brandi, who borrowed it from someone else:

Disturb me Lord to see the plight of millions,

homeless, starving

and fighting for life each day.

Disturb me Lord when I complain about my lack

when I have NO idea what lack really is!

Lord, disturb me,

so that I can see past myself

and venture forth being Your hands and feet.

Help me to dream big dreams

that only You can bring to pass.

"Disturb us, Lord,

when we are too well pleased

with ourselves,

when our dreams have come true

because we dreamed too little,

when we arrived safely

because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord,

when with the abundance of things we possess

we have lost our thirst for the waters of life;

having fallen in love with life,

we have ceased to dream of eternity

and in our efforts to build a new earth

we have allowed our vision

of the new Heaven

to dim.

Disturb us, Lord,

to dare more boldly,
to venture on wider seas

where storms will show your mastery;

where losing sight of land,

we shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back

the horizons of our hopes;

and to push into the future

in strength,



and love.

Sir Francis Drake

1 comment:

Brandi said...

I do love that poem. . . and so long to continually be disturbed to the point of sacrifice.

Thanks for reposting it. . .a good reminder!