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LORD, I’ve had it tough since the day I was born.  My earliest memories include painful people and faithless foes.

And right now, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.  The thoughtless words of selfish people have hit me like a ton of bricks.

I wish, LORD, that they’d blow out of this town with the next windstorm.   I wish, LORD, that you’d treat them the way they treated me.

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LORD, we are filled with iniquity.  We have failed.

But please don’t fail us. 

You have every right to be wrathful, bitter, and angry.

Instead, LORD, restore us.  Revive us.  Show us your steadfast love.

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With might you shaped the mountains.  With creativity you decorated the hills and valleys.  With care you watered the land.  With generosity you brought forth abundant crops.  With patience you answered our prayers.

For this we praise and sing songs of joy.

But our praise and joy is also triggered by this: you forgave our sins.  We were overwhelmed by our sins–crushed, wounded, ashamed, and afraid.  But you forgave.  You pardoned.  You took them away.

You truly are the hope of all the earth.

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