Oh Lord, my Father
You who hear prayer, to You I will come.
When I was overwhelmed by my sins, You forgave me.
I am blessed because You chose me and brought me near to live with You.
I am filled with the good things of Your house, every spiritual blessing, coming from above.
O Lord, my Father,
You answer my prayers with awesome and righteous deeds.
You are God my Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas.
Your creative powers formed the mountains and You are armed with strength.
You still the roaring seas, and You still the roaring waves of my own heart.
I am filled with awe at Your wonders.
Where the morning dawns and where evening fades, You call forth songs of joy.
And so I will sing.
Sunday grace.
{From Psalm 65}
{photo of sunrise by Idiot Photography, used by permission}
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