God of all-consuming grace, reckless lover of my soul; call me to your holy place, speak the love that makes me whole. I would dare to hope in you, dare to seek your warm embrace, dare to offer all I am to you in this sacred space. When I’m weary, desert-dry, scarred by service, bruised and raw; let the still, small whisper-cry steal into my aching core. As I turn to you again, gracious Heart of Heaven, my life becomes your holy ground: sharing Christ my heart’s reply. Send me out to kiss the night with your righteousness and peace; ‘till your gracious Gospel’s light radiates and gives release. Call me, guide me, Lord, I pray, make me holy in your sight. Send me from this holy place - make my living your delight.
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