O God, You are our sun when storm clouds gather:
You are a cool, verdant pathway when we fear we've lost our way.
You, My God, are the hope that springs forth
when the lighthouse beacon steers us from the shoals.
You, Loving One, are the eagle
who both soars and shelters her young under her wings.
You, Holy One, are our true North
and, at the end of our days,
our rest.
Protect us, guide us, inspire us, and nurture us
as we journey through this life.
We pray especially for these whose names we raise before you.
Amen.
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