In the quiet of the morning,
Father of all your children,
I ask that this day be yours,
in every way, for your glory:
Your word spoken and your name exalted.
Opportunities taken for your work.
A soul delivered from darkness.
A tear wiped from a brother’s eye.
Space given for repentance.
A glimpse provided of your goodness.
A reminder of whom we should fear.
I know not what may happen this day,
But I am certain you hold in your hand
The key to all that’s good and right,
The power to heal and save,
My life protected and guarded
For the eternal inheritance.
Be with me, O Lord,
That I at last might be with you.