Sunday Prayer 37

Lord, my God,
King of all nations and of my heart,
who rules from the heights of Amman to the plains of Kansas
whose power shaped the Swiss Alps and the Land of a Thousand Hills,

Come, my King,
and take Your rightful place as the Regent of my soul.
May my days center on Your ways,
ringed round with Your grace and truth,
and guarded by Your angelic hosts.

Come, my King,
and let my knee bow and my tongue confess, “Jesus is Lord!”
For You are my Savior,
Life-giver, Soul-deliverer,
Right Redeemer, and Hope-filled Healer.

You, my King,
there is no other king
but You, my King,
Jesus.

[This is part of a series of prayers for Sunday worship preparation that begins here.]