A gathering prayer

God of the desert spaces,
where water is sparse and life is hard, we come to you.
Lord of the cosmic universe,
where sound is silent and light unseen,
we come to you.
God of the street and town,
where people pass without a glance,
we worship you.
God of the country,
where rippling streams sing your praise,
we worship you.
God of this place,
God of this congregation,
God of my heart,
I worship you.
We come with all that we are.
Take us, mould us, accept us,
and change our lives forever.
Amen.