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O Lord, our God unwearied is your love for us.

I come before you tonight hoping
neither the Pharisee nor the Tax collector
Just myself,
more emptied than I might know
More distracted, more in hiding.
Hold on to me, Lord,
in your strong embrace,
even though I’m sure to squirm.
Receive me into your presence
Help me to long for you
as you reveal yourself
waiting
here