God of tenderness and truth,

we come - not just with our words,

but with complex histories we cannot always speak.

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You see our hidden depths,

the needs we dare not express,

as we hide the truth of our vulnerability.

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You know those places within us,

grief and loss tucked up in a corner,

self-sufficiency the veneer over unmet need.

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Perfection is not what you ask of us,

only a desire to know you, and

the courage to be known in return.

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Draw us in close, and help us - 

to drop the facade and rest easy

in the balm of your unconditional love.

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May your touch temper our defences,

your tenderness draw out our truth,

and your life awaken our own.

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Amen

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Taken from the URC Prayer Handbook

Jonnie Hill