Lord God, grant I pray a humble and contrite spirit, for You say it is on such a one that You look. May I tremble as I read Your Word. Move me with the same tender love and patience You have shown me as I pray for all tribes, all nations, all peoples. Especially grant this tender love and patience when faced with those who do not see things as I do. May I ever remember that I am not my own, but I am Yours, O God my King. May this prayer rise as incense before Your throne. Amen (Isaiah 66.2; Galatians 1)
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This prayer could easily be turned into a worship song - as I read it I felt I was reading lyrics. beautiful.
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