I'm ready, God, so ready,
ready from head to toe,
Ready to sing, ready to raise a tune:
"Wake up, soul!
Wake up, harp! wake up, lute!
Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!"
I'm thanking you, GOD, out loud in the streets,
singing your praises in town and country.
The deeper your love, the higher it goes;
every cloud is a flag to your faithfulness.
Soar high in the skies, O God!
Cover the whole earth with your glory!*
God our Father, we praise and and thank your for this beautiful day. God today I pray for the little ones, our children. God we ask for your tender care -- you see your children growing up in an unsteady and confusing world: Show them that your ways give more life than the ways of the world, and that following you is better than chasing after selfish goals. Help them to take failure, not as a measure of their worth, but as a chance for a new start. Give them strength to hold their faith in you, and to keep alive their joy in your creation; Bless our children today, keep them and guilde them.
God you are the strength of the weak and the comfort of sufferers: Mercifully accept our prayers, and grant us the help of your power, that this sickness that we feel today may be turned into health, and our sorrow into joy. We entrust all who are dear to us to your never-failing care and love, for this life and the life to come, knowing that you are doing for them better things than we can desire or pray for. I pray in the name of Christ, your son. Amen.
*Psalm 57:7-11, The Message