Refreshing, renewing, resurrecting Lord of the waters,
Forgive that I have become so
in my spiritual life that what once was living waters
has now become
Forgive that I rush the rapids so violently from one task to the next and never see the scenery
nor hear your voice above my own foam and roar.
Forgive that overflow my banks
taking on too much much much much
threatening to drown those around me
with all my selfish, self-serving surf.
Forgive that I do not return to you, my source
and so I dry up,
in between the dusty dry cracks of my bed.
Fill my dead pools with life again. Refresh me.
Slow my rapids to the pace you intend. Renew me.
Train my tributaries to pull from you and not the chaos of stormy life. Restore me.
Show me where you want me to go. Redirect me.
Resurrecting Lord of the waters, hear my repentant prayer!
…silence…then turning to one another…
The Good Lord of the waters has heard your prayer. Peace of Christ be upon you now.