Open Up, God: A Bold Plea

Open up, God.

Open your hands.

With them, receive this prayer.

Open your hands.

That I may eat from them.

That I may hold them.

That I may be led by them.

Open up, God.

Open your eyes.

With them, look upon me with love.

Open your eyes.

That I may find healing in them.

That I may find hope in them.

That I may know your gaze.

Open up, God.

Open your mouth.

With it, speak new mercies over me.

Open your mouth.

That I may be a sheep who knows your voice.

That I may hear your voice only.

That I may listen.

Open up, God.

Open your heart.

With it, love me ever so deeply.

Open your heart.

That I may know it.

That I may feel what you feel.

That I may know how to correctly feel.

Open up, God.

Open your mind.

With it, forget my sins as far as east to west.

Open your mind.

That I may know your thoughts.

That I may make your thoughts my thoughts.

That I may know the truth that sets free.

Open up, God.

Open your table.

With it, invite us to your feast.

Open your table.

That I may hunger and thirst for you.

That I may sit beside you.

That I may know your presence.

Open up, God.

And in so doing, open me up, too.

For I want to be like you.