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Learning to pray

My Father,

O for a thousand tongues to sing, my great redeemer's praise... So the song goes, but I can hardly keep up with that. It's more like I need a thousand hearts to gather the emotion and love your praise deserves. Give me a heart that longs to shout the great things you have done. A tongue made loose to speak of your wonders. A mind harnessed to explore the great depths of your goodness. May gospel overflow my heart and surge unstoppably through my thoughts, words and life.

Amen

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  1. Whenever I sing this song I feel daunted because my heart isn't really longing for a thousand tongues to sing.

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