First Presbyterian Church of Baton Rouge

Unfold for us the mystery of grace
And make a womb of all this wounded world.
O heart of heaven, beating in the earth,
O tiny hope within our hopelessness,
Come to be born, to bear us to our birth,
To touch a dying world with new-made hands
And make these rags of time our swaddling bands.

Yes, Lord Jesus, you came from the heart of the Father to the crude cratch of our flesh. Now make these rags of time to be but swaddling bands of everlasting life in you.

Accept where God wants you.
Believe what God tells you.
Celebrate what God gives you.

Will you put yourself in the hands of God? Father, into your hands I commit my Spirit.

There is no need to stay in the dark any longer. No need to keep running. No need to be ducking out on God. When we keep silent about our sin, life dries up. When we confess the truth, we discover anew that God forgives sin. The way to the good life, the life of well being, is to enter this gospel dynamic day by day.

David’s songs are the intersection between what’s going on in his daily life, the deep places of his heart and soul, and the reality of the God he loves and serves. They come together as he writes his prayers with as much honesty and faith as he can summon.