Morning Prayer

What brings the sun? Lord, You alone do know. I hold the day but loosely in my hand. Indeed, I have my plan, my outline for the day, but want am I to gain control Of all the heavy tidings of this world. So I will make no oath and humbly ask that all my yesses simply be in you. If I must die that Christ might in me live, Then I shall not object to waning self - Instead affirming who it is that I, Already and not yet, am in Your eye And by Your blood transforming and transformed. Therefore, dear sun, shine bright upon my face, Let me not utter a complaint at hands That go astray, at vines that catch the feet, At all the little signs that should remind Me of my place in this, Your wondrous world.