Douglas McKelvey 209 Every Moment Holy Vol 1 p. 165
A LITURGY FOR ONE
Battling a Destructive Desire
Jesus, here I am again,
Desiring a thing
That were I to indulge in it
Would wage war against my own heart,
And the hearts of those I love.
O Christ, rather let my life be thine!
Take my desires. Let them be subsumed
in still greater desire for you,
Until there remains no room
for these lesser cravings.
In this moment I might choose
to indulge a fleeting hunger,
Or I might choose
To love you more.
Faced with this temptation,
I would rather choose you, Jesus—
but I am weak. So be my strength.
I am shadowed. Be my light.
I am selfish. Unmake me now,
and refashion my desires
according to the better designs of your love.
Given the choice of shame or glory,
Let me choose glory.
Given the choice of this moment or eternity,
Let me choose in this moment what is eternal.
Given the choice of this easy pleasure,
Or the harder road of the cross,
give me grace to choose to follow you
knowing that there is nowhere apart from you
presence where I might find the peace I long for,
no lasting satisfaction apart from your
reclamation of my heart.
Let me build, then, my King,
a beautiful thing by long obedience,
by the steady progression of small choices
that laid end to end will become like the stones
of a pleasing path stretching to eternity and
unto your welcoming arms and unto the sound
of your voice pronouncing the judgment: