Master of all things,
You have called us your children.
We know then that we shall be inheritors of your kindom.
We know we cannot merit this gift.
Only the most prideful could ever begin to believe in their worthiness to spend eternity with you.
Help us to learn how to face ourselves.
Help us to learn to look deep within,
In the silent spaces,
And see ourselves for who we really are.
Then, remind us, that in spite of who we really are,
You have chosen to love us.
There is no greater gift.
Amen.
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