Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how many times I yearned to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were unwilling.
(Luke 13:34)
Lord, gather me into your brood. Allow me to rest under your wings. Nothing outside of you will lure me away; I have seen how empty life is away from you. Forgive me for following false promises and trying to control what is beyond me. There is no freedom unless I trust in you. God of infinite chances, who instructs us to forgive seven times seventy, draw me into you.