O Lord, we come this morning
Knee-bowed and body-bent
Before thy throne of grace.
O Lord - this morning -
Bow our hearts beneath our knees,
And our knees in the lonesome valley.
We come this morning -
Like empty pitchers to a full fountain,
With no merits of our own.
O Lord - open up a new window of heaven,
And lean out far over the battlements of glory,
And listen this morning.
James Weldon Johnson
(The Divine Hours: Prayers for Summertime, p. 74)
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