Lord and God,
You speak truth and allow us to wander into lies. You are good and allow our follies. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Your word leads your chosen people to yourself and the vessels of your wrath to your vengeance. Prison, trickery, sin and horse and chariot, righteous works of mercy: we have nothing in this world strong enough to lift the word of your judgment from us, pry as we may.
What must we do? Believe. God has sent his son for me; he has made his blood to wash away my sins; he has united with me to raise from the dead, and raise me with him; he ever lives to speak a better word for me. Let the servants of the Lord rejoice, singing hymns in prison at midnight, or standing in the heavenly places and rejoicing at the sight of another reconciled sinner. The Lord who made heaven and earth has blessed us. Blessed be his name.
