I Praise You for What is Yet to Be

I Praise You for What is Yet to Be

Wondrous Worker of Wonders,

I praise you

not alone for what has been,

or for what is,

but for what is yet to be,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

I praise you that out of the turbulence of my life

a kingdom is coming,

is being shaped even now

out of my slivers of loving, my bits of trusting, my sprigs of hoping,

my tootles of laughing, my drips of crying, my smidgens of worshipping;

that out of my songs and struggles,

out of my griefs and triumphs

I am gathered up and saved,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

I praise you that you turn me loose

to go with you to the edge of now and maybe

to welcome the new, to see my possibilities, to accept my limits,

and yet begin living to the limit

of passion, and compassion

until, released by joy,

I uncurl to other people and to your kingdom coming,

for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

-Ted Loder

Guerrillas of Grace