A Song of Ascents

I bless you, Lord,
in private
and together with the saints
who stand to sing and pray and give
and sit to listen and read and study
in your house this morning.

I will lift up my eyes.
I will lift up my hands.
I will lift up my voice.
I will lift up my heart
to worship you,
my dwelling place,
my holy place,
my Holy of Holies.

I will bless you
from where I am,
as if I were standing on Zion itself,
in Jesus' name, amen.

(based loosely on Psalm 134)

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