God –
May our stories be written down, inscribed in books, and engraved on rocks forever with iron pens.
Our stories of healing and redemption, of beholding and fainting hearts.
One who will stand upon the earth at the last – our Redeemer – we know that You live.
We know that after our skin is destroyed, we shall see You in our flesh…we shall see You on our side…we shall behold You alone.
In the name of the One whose story shapes our stories, we pray.
Amen.