heavenly father, some of us
woke up this morning, gathered here with good intentions, but we sit here on
empty. we are tired, we are weary, and we’re not sure if we have anything
else to offer in the coming week.
to you, lord, we call. you are our rock. hear our cry as we lift our hands toward your most holy place.
let us not speak cordially
with our neighbors, while harboring malice in our hearts. keep us mindful
of that which you have done for us, so we may act in our lives according to
that which your sacrifice deserves from us.
praise be to you, lord, who
has heard our cries for mercy. you are our strength and our shield. our
hearts will trust in you, and leap for joy on your behalf.
your voice thunders over
the waters, the mountains, the hills, and the streets. let us not forget
your power and might, which is not separate from your grace and your love for
your children. lord, you are king for all of the days. we praise
you, and seek to do your will in bringing heaven near.
lead us in the way that is pleasing to you, and make us into the people who live and who love more like your son, jesus. amen.
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