The Stars can't warm our hearts

Lord, the stars can't warm our hearts, with tears of love or shouts of joy, but You stoop down to hear the songs Your love imparts. We dare not waste our days bewailing all we cannot do. But if we give You our hearts and we give You our hands, You will find the means to do the rest. And so we come as lovers to a tryst, in the company of a thousand million souls. Asking that you direct this flow of love into each encounter you lead us to. So that each one becomes a new and fulsome reality enthused with Your love. No seed we sow escapes Your eye and passes unseen in Your courts, Lord. But many times You have watched what the enemy has scorched, causing me to miss the goal, and leaving me quite afraid. So with great persistence break through the steep resistance. Cry long, cry loud, don't let your spirit be subdued or your heart be cowed. And if progress grinds to a halt, and it is not primarily your fault, remember that to win the prize, even precious seeds must die, for "What you sow comes not to life until it dies;" for only thus do single seeds expand and multiply. I am still the same child who gladly seeks Your face; Your Spirit remains the thread that holds me and sustains me. You free my soul from dread and guide me through the maze with head held high and heart ablaze. In quiet reflection that overcomes all condemnation, I will help you understand the links and connections that stem from deep-seated rejections that war against My leading, and that blind your heart in guilt and dejection. Uncork all bottled anger, hurt and resentment that would blunt the flow of My love and I will straighten the path that leads through your heart.