Father,
your people are aliens and strangers in this world.
We do not
fully receive what you have promised,
But our
hearts are drawn to settle here,
Our eyes
are fixed on the temporary,
Our minds
are lured to the transient,
Our souls
are lured by the present and the visible.
Give us
ears that listen to your promises.
Minds
that remember them,
Hearts
that believe them,
Souls
that are quick to abandon the pleasures of this world.
And give
us a longing for eternity with you.
Thank you
that your Spirit is the deposit guaranteeing our inheritance.
Come Lord Jesus come.
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