From A Pastor Prays for His People by Wendell C. Hawley

Holy Father, God of our salvation

We take refuge in your divinely appointed sanctuary—

the covert, the asylum—

where we are protected from the condemnation and judgment of sin.

Once upon a time we did not care about our sinful condition.

Sin was fun, righteousness was old-fashioned.

God? Unnecessary.

Salvation? Irrelevant.

But everlasting thanks to you, glorious God,

friend of sinners,

rescuer of the perishing—

You tenderized my heart,

opened my eyes,

enlightened my understanding,

sanitized my desires,

directed my pathway.

And now the God of peace,

the great Shepherd,

through the blood of the everlasting covenant, works in me to do his will.

O let us praise God!

May the praise of your people never cease.

We gladly give thanks for your goodness, which is our daily benefit.

Your provisions for us surprise us continually.

Your mercies refresh us in every time of need.

Praise be to God, we are never placed on some “quota” system—

You have never said to any of your beloved,

“That’s all the grace you get, lest I run out.”

No, never . . . never!

We are promised grace for every time of need.

I shall list all my needs—every one—and still your grace is sufficient

Economic quandaries?

Health issues?

Difficult decisions?

Troublesome relationships?

Sinful allurements?

Failed plans and promises?

Unanswered prayers?

These, and more, we leave with you, assured that as our Great Shepherd

you will care for your sheep.

Evermore do we rest in you, O Lord, our strength and our Redeemer.

Amen