By Mario Diaz
How beautiful are the feet
Of those who bring good news,
Who proclaim peace, good tidings,
And the salvation of the Lord.
May our gaze turn to them;
May our ears hear the sweet sound
Of the proclamation of Your Word
In this new year.
Lord of the harvest,
Send us laborers
For we know the harvest is plentiful.
We need those who love the mission field.
The pain of so many is so evident.
Like sheep without a Shepherd,
They move here and there
Swept by the winds of every moment.
Yet we know of an immovable Rock
Jesus, the Christ
By Whose blood all our sins are swept away.
We know that He alone can save.
Forgive our callousness
Which heretofore has blinded us
And prevented us from the self-sacrifice
You showed us the way,
Yet we turn away.
And illuminate our hearts and minds.
You are God.
The winds still obey at Your very word.
Let the political winds of the present age
Tremble at the sound of Your Name.
Take this year. Take our lives.
Do as You please, Oh Lord on high!
We stand in awe and are still
To know You and Love You more and more.
Heal our land, heal our hearts,
Unite us as one.
In You we want to abide.
Amen— may it be so.