May the God whose watchful eye never sleeps,
the God of wonders, power and love -
May He keep your feet from falling
and make your thanks be endless,
until the coming of the full deliverance that is ready to be
revealed in the last time.
May the God whose robe is light,
whose canopy is space
Whose mercies are tender and firm to the end,
show you such grace that you will say along with the Psalmist,
You are my lamp, O Lord; the Lord has turned my darkness into Light.
May the wonders of your redemption take hold of your heart and your mind
so that doubts are banished, fears are terminated in Promise, upheavals of the inner-soul
are quieted like a child you has fully drunk upon its mother’s breast.
May the wonder that you are looked after by a King who has spared no expense, honored
no boundary to seek you out, affirmed no accusation brought against your name and
hesitated not even for a minute to make you His own reassure your fickle soul and cause
you today to lift up your eyes to the hills where your help will soon arrive.
May you make as your great aim the very God who has placed His affection upon you
for all of time and eternity. May you never again tremble at the thought of whether or not
you are Loved.