God of all-consuming grace

God of all-consuming grace,

reckless lover of my soul;

call me to your holy place,

speak the love that makes me whole.

I would dare to hope in you,

dare to seek your warm embrace,

dare to offer all I am

to you in this sacred space.


When I’m weary, desert-dry,

scarred by service, bruised and raw;

let the still, small whisper-cry

steal into my aching core.

As I turn to you again,

gracious Heart of Heaven, my

life becomes your holy ground:

sharing Christ my heart’s reply.


Send me out to kiss the night

with your righteousness and peace;

‘till your gracious Gospel’s light

radiates and gives release.

Call me, guide me, Lord, I pray, 

make me holy in your sight.

Send me from this holy place

- make my living your delight.


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