I am bending my knee
In the eye of the God
who created me
In the eye of the Son
who died for me
In the eye of the Spirit
who moves me
In love and in desire.
For the many gifts
you have bestowed on me
Each day and night
each sea and land
Each weather fair
each calm each wild
Thanks be to you O God
–J. Philip Newell, Celtic Prayers from Iona, p.54
