© 1993 Stephen Zendt
© 1993 The Fellowship for readers of The Urantia Book
| Jesus and Jude in Jerusalem Jail | August 1993 — Vol. 3 No. 4 — Index | Florida Students of The Urantia Book |
Editor: Stephen Zendt, San Francisco, California
FROM: The thick of the fray
Bogged down by crippled companions
In hope, faith, and in dedication
At the edge of the transition.
TO: The Promise of my eternal destiny
In infinite and abiding love.
Thank you, Father,
I hereby empty my misconceived and
erring perceptions into the void of
unreality from whence they came. I return
my heart to your care and fulfillment…
making sure that this empty cup will be
filled by you and your gifts only…
We stumble in impatience, letting go,
for a moment, of the secure hand of
faith — only to find ourselves lost in
darkness, exhausted by confusion, and
frustrated by negativity.
Fill my mind with your truth
Fill my heart with your love
Guide my hands in your work
And my tongue in your words
Peace be unto all mankind.
Version by Larry R. Geis,
San Francisco, California
Remember, my child, do not be afraid.
I am your shepherd, your caretaker.
You shall not stray nor be in want.
Always am I by your side, leading you
In beautiful paths of life everlasting.
You shall not want for food nor thirst
for water.
Though you go down into the valley of
doubt;
Though you ascend into worlds of
confusion;
Though you move in loneliness or in the
company of friends;
Though you exult in triumph or falter in
solitary despair;
My great spirit of love shall enfold you,
And my glorious angels will comfort you.
Even though you descend into darkness
And death itself, do not doubt me or
fear me,
For this I promise you above all else:
One day, in the fulness of time, you
shall rise up
To sit with me in eternal safety and
peace.
Father, Michael, Brother Jesus,
Teach us the lastingness of loyalty
The steadfastiness of courage
The longsuffering watchcare of love,
And the desirable peacefulness of faith.
As we discover the community of our
Father’s friends,
Lead us to open our hearts to new
personalities and to
new possibilities, that we may ever be
as yeasted bread
And hosts to growth and evolution.
Grant us your peace.
— Stephen Zendt
SHINE THROUGH ME, DEAR FATHER,
PUREST RADIANCE TO ENLIGHTEN
MY SMALL WORLD.
— Matthew Klein
| Jesus and Jude in Jerusalem Jail | August 1993 — Vol. 3 No. 4 — Index | Florida Students of The Urantia Book |