Sunday Prayer: Pentecost

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(Photo from the files of Mompriest, Highway 12 north of Boulder, Utah)

God of creation, God of fun and sport
God who created Leviathon, just
Because you could, God of fun
God of life, God who delights
In diversity and randomness
We rejoice with you this day!

God who sends forth as the Holy Spirit
God who comes to all, women, men,
Young, old, to all colors, all people
God who speaks all languages and
Loves all people and accepts all
We rejoice with you this day!

God who sends forth an advocate
To lead, to guide, to speak for
All, you, me, all creation
God who loves each one as if,
as if, only one - and yet - all!
We rejoice with you this day!

Fill us we pray, with your Holy Spirit
May we know your fire of
love deeply in our being, may
We be your love. May we bring
Your love. May your love reign
As we rejoice with you this day!

In my words and in my silence in my
Prayers and in my meditation in my
Joy and in my sorrow in my despair and
In my hope, may I know your glory
May I sing to you, to your glory
May we rejoice with you this day!

And may the peace that surpasses all
Understanding, the peace that calms
My troubled heart, the peace that
Soothes my fears, the peace that
You give. For the peace that you give,
May we rejoice with you this day!

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