Holy God,
And this day that you made us,
this day that you gave us,
just beckons us to bow.
We mull on your truths,
we listen to their rhythms...
make your cadence our heartbeat.
Butterflies brighten, sunshine straightens.
Minor moments, precarious pauses
all bring our hearts back into alignment.
And that's what we want.
That's our single wish, our top priority:
to move to your patterns in your time signature.
We surrender to your conducting.
We have seen and have come to know that you truly are the God who saves.
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