“Catch Me in My Anxious Scurrying” (Ted Loder)

Catch me in my anxious scurrying, Lord

and hold me in this Lenten season:

hold my feet to the fire of Your Grace

and make me attentive to my mortality

that I may begin to die now to those things

that keep me from with You and with my neighbors on this earth;

to grudges and indifference,

to certainties that smother possibilities,

to my fascination with false securities,

to my addiction to sweatless dreams,

to my arrogant insistence on how it has to be,

to my corrosive fear of dying someday which eats away

     the wonder of living this day,

and the adventure of losing my life in order to find You.