When we have shouted ourselves hoarse
and returned home from the parade,
forgive our wavering commitment to love.
When we have finished our hymns
and departed from the comforts of worship,
forgive our fickle faithfulness.
When we have passed the plate of bread
and swept up all the last crumbs,
forgive our refusal to extend sanctuary.
When we have draped flowers on the altar
and bathed in their perfume of death,
forgive our neglect of our neighbors’ suffering.
And when we have waited through the night
and paced all day in disappointed prayer,
forgive our denial of your revelation.
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