The Book Of Worship (11)

As my body lays still in bed in silence let it praise it's creator.

As my limbs hold still in shear strength let them praise their creator.

As my mouth opens to speak let it bless the creator.

As my mind is consumed with thoughts let it think of the creator.

As my inner most being abides with me let him abide with my creator.

Let the joy and peace that comes from you O ancient of days be a part of me now and forever.

May your wisdom that surpasses all men be a part me always.

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