Oh Lord if it be Your will,
Shine light of Your countenance,
On all who are gathered here,
Truly resting in You still.
May all Your words in this place,
Light up and conquer all fears.
Let seeds become seedlings
And seedlings sprout,
Let sprouts become saplings,
Absorbing light.
And if it be possible,
Let seeds turn to oaks overnight.
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