INVOCATION

INVOCATION

LORD I SET MY FEET

ON THE PATH TO YOUR HOUSE OF STORIES

YOU ARE THE STORYTELLER

I  LONG TO SIT AND BE FED

I BRING THE WEB OF MY LIFE

THE PEOPLE THE WORKS THE THINGS

THE MOODS THE FEARS THE HOPES

I AND OTHERS WEAVE

BUT YOU DESIRE TO TAKE

AND WEAR THIS SEAMLESS ROBE

TO LIVE YOUR STORY NOW

IN ALL I THINK AND DO

LORD OPEN MY EARS