Holy one, I pray to you

On this day when I walk these halls

Give me your ears that hear

Your eyes that see

Soften my heart and gift my voice

The words you would speak to your people

Grant me gentle ears that I might hear your stories

Whispered in the woven strands of life

That gather on this holy ground

Gift me to walk in your ways

On your paths, this sacred ground

That I might be your humble servant

To your people.

And so I pray

With my body and soul.

A-men. So mote it be.

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