Father forgive me that I have not seen your image in people;
That my fear of others has conquered my love.
Forgive me that I have not seen the blood of your son shed for all people;
But have instead thought your death was for me alone.
Forgive me that I have not seen the images of heaven;
Of a people gathered around your throne from every tribe, language and nation.
Transform my heart to be like your heart;
And my eyes to see what you see;
And my life to be as your death;
That I may love all people;
As you love us.