I pray to God as a servant:
may I be like them,
the servants you called in
ages past, the ones in the stories
we tell. May I be a servant
who knows my Creator,
my origin in the Source of all life.
May I speak like the servant
whose tongue was a sword,
who was sharpened like an arrow:
make me to speak with purpose,
your word in every breath.
When my labour seems futile,
my effort unrewarded, remind me
of the servant who knew
that yours is the strength to hold
your servants, yours the light
we bear. You are the One
who chooses us, you our faithful
Holy One – like servants in ages
long ago, in stories we tell today,
may I be a servant who remembers
I am, because You are.
Amen.
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