My Father, you are in heaven; praise is what I owe you. Praise from my flesh praise from my spirit; bring your kingdom down from heaven. Your physical place so far away from here; we want your will to be done down here on earth like it is in your heaven. But it isn’t. Give all your children bread daily, raise up the cup of living water to their thirsty lips; forgive my errant thoughts, words, and deeds.
Teach me to forgive and to forget the thoughts, the deeds, and the words of others that molest my peace of mind; Lord, lead me through the ancient, innocent mountain paths far away from the valley of sudden temptation. Free me from the evil intent of mortals and immortals; for Your creation is your kingdom, rebel or servant, evil or hero, for you are the source of all power, You are the source of all glory.
Forever and ever and ever on creation exists by the promise of Messiah, His swoon of death to flight of life; eternity’s eyes are lit up by Christ; so be it. Amen. Alleluia. Amen. It is so.
Gregor Southard 