Acknowledging our brokenness
Holy One, we pray,
where our tribal trees
twist and bind us,
let us stretch out, break free;
where branches constrict,
suffocate, give us air
again to breathe.
Where we lie buried,
rest possessed,
dig us out;
turn us around towards
enough.
Where we have stuck
ourselves, stuffed our
own self, blow it all
down, build us again,
anew, your people,
for you.
Amen
Assurance of grace
We come to worship woven into relationships:
relationships that heal and nurture,
relationships experiencing brokenness and pain.
God welcomes each of us as we are,
offers joy and hope,
comfort and healing,
grace as we return to God’s Way of Love.
Amen.
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