The sky is bright, my Father, with the morning light.
Always after night there is a new day. Always after
the winter there is a springtime. Always after the seed
is dropped in the soil to die, new life springs forth. Always
after the tough times, there comes the recovery. Always,
my Father, when a penitent, contrite heart bows in
repentance before you, there comes the joy of fresh
pardon. And so now, my Father, I come, expecting good
things to happen, for I have stepped into the circle of your
love, and I find mercy and Your peace here. Strength is
coming like a warm rain driven by warm winds. Healing
is coming through the living Christ. Thank You, Father, Amen.
Thank you, Lord, that You have come to give us affir-
mation as persons, salvation as sinners, to turn us into
the potential people of being a part of this world's solu-
tion, messengers of real love. Thank You, Jesus Christ,
I accept You as my Savior. I accept You for all the for-
giveness that I need. I embrace your holy cross, and by
the sacrifice of Your precious life, I have been made clean.
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the
blood of Jesus.