My hands were made to soothe and hold you
My lips to encourage and kiss you
My eyes to see and admire you
My legs to walk and lead you.
The totality of me was made for you
My blood, my water, my muscles
My sweat, my passion, all for you
No one deserves me but you.
God of our fathers
Sun to our sons
Spirit within us
Grace for our flaws.
Come to our rescue
We’re hungry for revelation
We need your supervision
Hell is our destination
And we’re on the long queue
We are lost sons, the prodigals.
Save us from our enemy
Who constantly veils our eyes
Who constantly hardens our hearts
So that we selfishly react.
Paint the picture of your glory
On the flesh tables of our hearts
Remind us of your wondrous acts
Let faith blow up within us
So that you again are our focus.
God of our fathers
Sun to our sons
Spirit within us
Grace for our flaws.
Help us to know the manifold benefits
That comes from knowing who we are
Through knowing who you are
Open our eyes and ears
Help us see, help us hear.
God of our Fathers
Our God.
