Father, we do not remember.
We stand on dry ground,
purposefully unaware of how we came to this place.
We forge ahead with no concern.
You swallow up our enemies behind us,
and we hardly notice.
Father, we are preoccupied with us.
We live thanklessly.
Expecting instead of humbly hoping and praying for your hand in our lives.
You are our salvation, yet we do not speak of you.
We have more pressing matters at hand.
Our words can be a fountain of life,
sharing the memories of how you have delivered us.
But instead our words are shallow and of no significance.
Father, we want to remember.
We want to share what you have given us.
We want your Kingdom to come,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
But we get lost.
Our words can be a fountain of life,
sharing the memories of how you have delivered us.
Give us the words, O Father.
May we sing the song of Moses.
May we remember where we have been.
May we live purposefully aware of how we came to this place.
May we forge ahead without worry.
May we notice.
May we live thankfully, humbly praying for your hand in our lives.
You are our salvation.
May we speak of you.
There is no more pressing matter at hand.
May our words be a fountain of life,
sharing the memories of how you have delivered us.
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