Wednesday 1 February 2017

A Gospel of prayer



My dad


My dad, in heaven,
You are holy and special.
May our world become more like yours.
May more and more things be done your way.
Thank you for giving us everything that we need.
Help us to forgive other people when they have done wrong,
Just like you always forgive us.
Help us not to be naughty,
Keep us away from bad people and bad places,
And from doing bad things.
All the world is yours and you can do everything,
Now and always.
Amen.

Thank you


God who made the world
And everything in it.

We say thank you.

The beauty of the earth
And the wonder of the skies.

We say thank you.

The warmth of the summer
And the sparkle and chill of the winter.

We say thank you.

For all that we have
And for all the is still to come

We say thank you.

Sorry


We’re sorry for the things we’ve said
When nicer, thoughtful, helpful words
Are what you’d have us say.

We’re sorry for the things we’ve done
When being good or helping out
Would have made a brighter day.

We’re sorry for the things we’ve thought
When love and care and positive things
Would have been your way.

We’re sorry.

Others


We thank you for what we have;
So much more than we need.

We pray for those whose need is great;
Help us to live in a world that shares.

We thank you for our health
And for those who care when we are ill.

We pray for those whose health is poor
And where care and love is hard to find.

We thank you for our homes and friends,
The warmth and comfort all around.

We pray for those whose friends are few
And home is just a square of ground.

We thank you that when we speak you hear;
That lives are changed,
And hope takes hold, instead of fear.

We can…


When we’re feeling lonely,
We can talk to you.

When we’re with our friends,
We can talk to you.

When we’re full of laughter,
We can talk to you.

When we’re sad and tears are in our eyes,
We can talk to you.

Wherever we are,
Whoever we are,
However we are,

We can talk to you. 

Communion

Jesus wants us to remember him. He gave us this meal. Bread. To remember that he was real – A body like ours That was bruised ...