God who draws us out of the waters and leads us across the land, the shape of our lives blurs as meanings grow dim and the birds no longer sing in the light of the mornings. We cry, This is not of our own doing, and we pray, Lead us not into temptation, but we hold out our hands anyway to be bound by that which is greater than us...but not you. Free us once again. Amen.
“But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.” – John 21:18
