David and I decided we need a prayer for when we climb. So he set me the task to find/write one. I admit, I stole the first half from a 2,500 year old poem (aka Psalm 121).
I lift up my eyes to the mountains -
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip -
he who watches over you will not slumber;
Father, thank you for this mountain,
and for the ability we have to climb it.
It is so much bigger than we are,
and reminds us how great you are.
Please keep our rope together, our knots tight,
our harness secure, and our belayer alert.
Through Jesus our Lord.
2 comments:
Great idea - great prayer!
Love,
Mom
Solid.
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