Father, we come.
hungry and wounded and tired, we come.
You tell us we'll find true rest in You.
You tell us we'll thirst no more.
satiate our longings with your peace, Father.
bring us each to surrender our expectations.
grant us hope of the holiest kind.
abide us in Your peace when the thunder booms and the tumbleweeds dance.
grant sight where we are blind to see Your beauty.
and might our visions be of truth and promises that nourish and sustain us for the journey.
let this be so in all of us . . . amen.
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