MorningPrayer Tuesday
Dear God,
Our history stretches behind us, silent footsteps in the stones of limestone and granite--our days marked by chiseled writings-- our future quietly waiting like a cat perched on horizons shelf. But here and now, our breath comes like holy whispers, you touch our cheek, a caress of mercy and only through ancient grace can we look behind and stare ahead. Jesus walked... AMEN
Our history stretches behind us, silent footsteps in the stones of limestone and granite--our days marked by chiseled writings-- our future quietly waiting like a cat perched on horizons shelf. But here and now, our breath comes like holy whispers, you touch our cheek, a caress of mercy and only through ancient grace can we look behind and stare ahead. Jesus walked... AMEN
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