Lord of the evening,
The day is folding into rest, and I bring it all to You — what was given, what was missed, what is still unfinished. You have walked with me through every hour, even when I forgot to look for You.
Forgive what needs forgiving. Heal what needs healing. Plant in me, while I sleep, the quiet seeds of tomorrow’s mercy. Let my last thought be of Your Word, and my first thought, on waking, be of Your name.
Amen.
A placeholder prayer — Fr Francis Afu’s prayers will replace this after the site is delivered.
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