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| The Rev. Mike Angell and I sing during sabbath time at convention with some great friends! |
Each gust of wind flutes through each blade of grass, singing a hymn of praise to the God who makes us one. The canopy of the sky spreads its azure testimony before us, revealing the handiwork of the Most High.
Let us sing out before your altars, O God, placing our cares before You, that we may worship You night and day.
We are God's beloved: what have we to fear? Our help comes from God, whose mercy endures forever!
Loving one, extend the hand of your blessing upon us especially over those we now name.
Amen.
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