May the people among whom I dwell be able to see You work mightily through me
For You are my lamp, O Lord, You light up the darkness around me
Your Way, O Lord, is perfect
Your Word, O Lord, proves true
Be a shield about me; I take refuge in You
Bring low the high tree
Make high the low tree
Dry up the green tree
Make the dry tree flourish
Grant eyes to see Jesus only
Exodus 34.10; 2 Samuel 22.31; Ezekiel 17.24; Mark 9.8
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