Holy Week

Holy Week

Monday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

I didn't get the laundry done

            and I burned the toast this morning,

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

        And God said, “I'll be here.”

Tuesday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

I didn't get the baking done

and I yelled at the kids.

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

        And God said, “I'll be here.”

Wednesday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

I broke a confidence

and betrayed a friend

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

        And God said, “I'll be here.”

Thursday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

A friend asked me to be there

but I had other things to do.

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

        And God said, “I'll be here.”

Friday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

Someone did me a favor

     and I never said “Thank you.”

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

     And God said, “I'll be here.”

Saturday:

Dear God,

I want to offer you this day,

but this day isn't good enough.

I've lost sight of you

     and I don't feel like talking just.

So I'll wait and offer you another day.

        And God said, “I'll be here.”

Sunday:

Dear God,

It isn't perfect

     but neither am I

So I'll give you this day

     with its smudges and streaks,

     and its bruises and bumps,

     its jelly covered doorknobs,

     and its dented fenders

     and unpaid bills,

    because it's all I have to offer.

And God said, “It's all I ever wanted.”

(We need to remember that God's love doesn't come with conditions.

     He already has perfection . . .

          what He wants is us.)

From The Tarantella Dancers  copyright 2000