God, Source of my joy,
help me check my selfishness,
leave the path of fear,
and not speak ill of anyone.
I delight in you,
mindful of your love every moment.
I am like a tree planted by a lovely stream.
May I yield the fruit of your love.
I receive the life you give me;
it thrives in me.
Whatever is evil in me
is like chaff your wind blows away.
It doesn’t last in the face of your truth;
it is overwhelmed by your presence
like a great congregation within me.
Watch over my way, God: may I be loving.
Let my hurtful inclinations be changed.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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