Frail flesh opens its mouth:
You are born again.
You are the scale and the tone.
You are the plot and the end.
To all of life
You are breath
and You are beauty.
Open my mouth
and my voice shall rise in praise.
Awaken me, O Lord, from false understanding.
Keep the limits of my knowing ever before me,
that I might not defame You
or claim too much for myself.
Show me true justice and right mercy,
that I may live humbly and simply
in accordance with the order You ordained
for the flourishing of life.
Then my song shall ring with clarion joy,
a call to worship,
an invitation to sing.