Sunday June 11 Confession


Loving Father, we have traded your glory: your love and abundant life, 
for the glories of our own designs which are cold, heavy, and lifeless.
We have become like the things we have love, Father:
we feel cold, heavy, and lifeless.

We have traded the glorious songs of your praise, which remind us who you are, 
For the empty silence of our death: we have forgotten who you are.
Bring your praises to our lips: remind us of your glory that we would again trust in you. 

Lift our heads, mighty Father: pry open our rusted gate.
O God who fights for us, come in.
Conquer our cold, silent death and reign in your glory,
that we might know that perfect peace of Christ.