Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just.
To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard.
Grant us wisdom, and clear out confusion, to gain knowledge still unknown. So each may turn and gain the grace, awaiting at Your throne.