I come into these walls,
Unknown of what the day will hold.
Uncertain of where God
Will guide my path.
I have no idea
Where I will go
Or what I will do,
When I walk these halls.
I know I am called here
For those in despair,
For those in celebration,
And for those in grief.
I am called to be here for You,
And I am humbled.
I am humbled by these moments.
When I enter a room,
I am a presence, a healing touch,
A comforting word, or a moment of grace.
I am humbled by these moments.
When I celebrate life, mourn death,
Standing in awe of resurrection and I wonder
How is this even possible?
I am humbled by these moments.
As I enter these walls,
For You have asked me to.
I come to You this day and ask for your healing touch,
Your comforting words and your moments of grace;
To reassure me, hold me, and provide whatever I need,
So I may be that presence for You.
I am humbled and ask You now;
Hold me, guide me, and carry me
As I enter this day with You. Amen.
(c) 2011, Linda C. Moore