God of our salvation, our rescue, our health:
all things are yours and when we bring our hearts and hands and voice to worship,
we bring you what is yours.
Yet we do not serve you as we should,
and the world is racked by all the tensions and outright conflicts
which come from the worship of that which is less than yourself.
Our goodwill towards men has no firm foundation,
and crumbles at the first tremor of real testing.
In our personal affairs,
and in our communal judgments,
we try to heal deep wounds with superficial cures.
Father, forgive us.
Confront us with your way of righting wrong,
your strange work of redemption through the sacrificial love of Jesus.
And help us to love one another as he has loved us.