Unmask all false hopes,
that my one true hope might shine out
unclouded and undimmed.
Let me be tutored by any
disappointment.
Let me listen to it's holy whisper,
that I might release at last any lesser dreams
that I might embrace the better dreams you
dream for me, and for your people,
and for your kingdom, and for your creation.
Let me join myself to these, investing all hope
in the one hope that will never come undone
or betray those who place their trust in it.
Teach me to hope, O Lord,
always and only in you.
You are the King of my collapse.
You answer not what I demand,
but what I do not even know to ask.
Take this dream, this husk,
this chaff of my desire, and give it back
reformed and remade according to
your better vision,
or do not give it back at all.
Here in the ruins of my wrecked
expectations, let me make this best confession:
Not my dreams, O Lord,
not my dreams,
but yours, be done.
Douglas Kaine McKelvey
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