Lord,
You take the least of these—
the small, the overlooked, the trembling ones—
and give us wings.

And if we are all honest,
we are all the least of these.
For this is how salvation is wrought:
knowing we are all indeed sinners,
the least of these.

Broken, empty-handed,
we come—
and still You call us
beloved.
Praise Your name!
Praise Your name forever.