The Praying Hands

With hands, I pray.
With hands, I sing.

A silent tongue
but a gleaming eye
in every work
and every deed.

Some sing with
harp and lyre.
I sing with hammer
and chisel.

Each stroke a symphony
of ringing notes
bellowing forth from
pickaxe and saw.

The hand lightly touches
the tools of its voice

and lays grip on its song
as I begin to pray.


Prayer Of The Gifts/Prayer Of The Paths

May I do my best
with what You have
given me, O Lord.

May I accept Your gifts
and blessings with gratitude.

May I always offer
the works of my hands
back to You, knowing
You are the source of my talents.

Lay Your Hand on my head
that I may not become haughty
in the gifts and talents
which You have provided,

believing these gifts
come from my own devising
and not from You, Maker of All.

Raise up my heart, Lord,
that I may see You
and grant me patience
when my vision is dim.

Be the rock of our salvation,
O Lord, and lead us safely
in the paths which we walk.

A Worker’s Prayer

O Lord, Heavenly Father,
Creator of all things
visible and invisible,

bless, this day,
the works of my hands,

that an unseeing world
may see You, not me,
in those works,

and that the work
I do may be acceptable
to you, to whom we give glory.

May Your Kingdom flourish,
O Lord, in this world and
all worlds, all ages.

And may we always be
steadfast in our resolve
to do the work You ask of us

and committed to the task
of preparing the Kingdom
for the coming of the King.

May the Lord bless all
who labor and toil
by the sweat of their brow

to sustain themselves
and sustain all people.