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Advent II: Make Us Ready

Father, make us ready. This ground is fallow. We have followed Crooked paths to vales of shadow. The cracked and drought-laced dust of earth Thirsts and groans beneath our feet. May we know dryness and longing So when the rains come To wash us clean We will not run for shelter’s awning But welcome the storm Arms wide, hearts alive.

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