May we take flight, Father.

In this prayer we come to You in humble repose.

With flexible minds we pray.

Your Truth is what prevails, in all else is conjecture.

Vast spaces require creation.

We are, Your gardeners.

The weeding and pruning commences.

While the tilling of soil releases good and bad,

To the air, cleansed with water and energized with sunlight.

A miraculous transformation to be beheld by Your Humble Gardeners.

Higher learning releases the heart.

As we pray, the spirit takes us,

up notches, to fly freely, in Jesus’ arms.

In Him we pray, Amen.