Almighty God, you only can control our disordered will and passions; grant that we may love what you command and desire what you promise, that among the many and varied changes of the world, our hearts may be firmly fixed where true joys may be found.
You, Lord, increase my zest for living
My vision of glory, My hearing of your call
My grasp on reality, my response to your love
My sensitivity to others, My gentleness to creation
My taste for wonder, my love for you.
Lord, I have time,
I have plenty of time,
All the time that you give me,
The years of my life,
The days of my years,
The hours of my days,
They are all mine.
Mine to fill, quietly, calmly.
But to fill completely, up to the brim,
To offer them to you, that of their insipid water
You may make a rich wine such as you made once in Cana of Galilee.
I am not asking you tonight, Lord, for time to do this and then that,
But your grace to do conscientiously, in the time that you give me, what you want me to do
The things, good Lord, that I pray for, give me the grace to labour for.
St Thomas More (1478-1535)