A prayer for Summer time
Lord, sometimes you’re like a butterfly
Fluttering here, there, and everywhere,
Looking for a flower to settle on.
You’re like that with me, I know.
You want to rest on me,
And share your presence,
But you cannot
Because I’m always swaying around,
Always so preoccupied with myself,
And with life’s busy pace,
Its tensions and stresses.
Yet you always wait for me to be still.
You keep fluttering around,
Waiting your chance to rest on me.
You never give up on me, Lord.
Lord, teach me to stop swaying around
With every breeze.
Teach me to be still
So you can always rest on me.