Lord, make my walk a measured one and stop my headlong flight.
When peace and stillness flee away as I go stumbling through my day~~trip me up, Lord, if you must. But stop me.
Train my heart to know there’s time for tasks that must be done,
there’s strength enough for night.
You’re not surprised by new events.
Lord, stop my headlong flight.
Grow me, Lord, to understand that often what’s required are not sledgehammer heavy blows but light tackhammer taps.
Teach me to walk lightly when that light touch will do, to not consume my final strength when all I really had to do was “see it through.”
Grow me, Lord, to comprehend that I can safely, calmly stand in the midst of my own time, in your powerful timeless hand.
Lord, make my walk a measured one. Stop my headlong flight.
Come unto me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls–Jesus Christ Matthew 11:28-29
Lord, Stop My Headlong Flight
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