A Variation on Mechtid of Magdeburg

O creator of all,
O ancient of days,
O garden walker,
O night wrestler,
O consuming fire,
O sea splitter,
O mountain thunderer,
O gentle whisperer,
O song giver,
O holiest in the height,
O water walker,
O heart healer,
O dead raiser,
O sin forgiver,
O beauty beyond description,
O glory of the humble,
O strength of the weak,
O hope of the hopeless and Father of the fatherless,
O coming King,
the humblest you created
sings your praise,

(suggested by a prayer of Mechtid of Magdeburg)

Praise to the Highest from the Lowest

O burning mountain,
O chosen sun,
O perfect moon,
O fathomless well,
O unattainable height,
O clearness beyond measure,
O wisdom without end,
O mercy without limit,
O strength beyond resistance,
O crown of all majesty,
the humblest you created
sings your praise,

(a prayer of Mechtid of Magdeburg)

A Prayer of William Penn

Lord, help me not to despise or oppose what I do not understand.

(a prayer of William Penn, by way of Leonard Sweet's Twitter feed)

To the Risen Christ

You are risen, Lord Jesus!
You are risen from the dead!
You are risen indeed!

You died.
You have risen.
You will come again.

I praise you, Risen One!
I praise you, Conqueror of Death!
I praise you, Banisher of Darkness!

I bow before you.
I kneel at your feet.
I prostrate myself,
My Lord and my God!
The First and the Last!
The Alpha and Omega!
The One who is, who was, and is to come!


Silent Saturday Prayer

Rest you well, beloved Jesus, 
Caesar’s Lord and Israel’s King, 
In the brooding of the Spirit, 
In the darkness of the spring.

(N. T. Wright, from The Challenge of Jesus: Rediscovering Who Jesus Was and Is)

The Marks of Thy Cross

Where are the marks, the marks of Thy anointing?
Savior reveal, how am I joined with Thee?
Have I embraced the cross of Thy appointing,
Thy Cross constrained a true response in me?
Spare not the truth, I spurn all shallow seeming;
Where are the proofs of Thy dying in me?
As I am Thine by my pure love to Thee.
Henceforth, for Thee inured to gain or loss,
Let me be known by the marks of Thy Cross.

Thy brow was torn, but mine has known no bleeding;
Thy hands were nailed, but mine are whole and free.
Thy cheek has burned beneath the traitor's greeting;
Have I endured the lonely way for Thee?
Thy tears fell down upon a world's transgression;
When have I wept for the souls that love not Thee?
It was Thy heart that filled Thee with compassion;
Oh, may that heart renew Thy life in me!
Henceforth, for Thee inured to gain or loss,
Let me be known by the marks of Thy Cross.

(a prayer of Albert Orsborn)

Maundy Thursday Prayer

not my feet
but also
my hands
my head.
my heart.
my mind.
my life.

(based on John 13:9).