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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