Holy Deliverer, You are the God who brought Your people out of Egypt with a mighty hand. You broke the power of Pharaoh, You opened the sea, You led with cloud by day and fire by night. You fed them with bread from heaven, and gave water from the rock. You spoke at Sinai with fire and thunder, declaring Yourself the God of covenant faithfulness, the One who will not share His glory with idols. Yet, Lord, we confess like Israel, we have not learned. We have been set free, yet we long for Egypt. We stand before the mountain, yet we fashion golden calves. We taste manna, yet we complain it is not enough. You speak, but we refuse to listen. We say we seek Your counsel, we pray for Your lead, yet when the answer lies clear before us, we rise up in stubbornness and say, “No, our own way.” But “the Lord weighs the spirit” (Prov. 16:2), and You are not fooled. O God, how often our worship is nothing more than noise. We enter Your house with lifted hands but with hearts chained to idols. Our songs rise, but our minds wander to our phones, our plans, our lusts, our pride. We take the gifts You have given and use them to exalt ourselves over others. We claim to serve You, but it is our names, our ministries, our glory we crave. “Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall” (Prov. 16:18). We have turned fellowship into factions. We slander and gossip and call it “concern.” We hold back what belongs to You, imagining that money sustains Your church, instead of Your Spirit. We confuse religion with relationship. We raise a generation in church buildings, but not in Christ. We taught them to play games, but not to bear crosses. And now they walk away hungry, never having tasted the Bread of Life. No wonder, Lord, the world does not see You in us. Our lampstands flicker, our witness has been stripped away. We see Your house as ours, not Yours our rules, not Your Word. And “there is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is death” (Prov. 16:25). O Christ, have mercy! Do not leave us wandering in the wilderness. Mark us again with the blood of the Lamb. Break the chains of pride. Silence the voice of slander. Tear down the idols in our homes and churches. Teach us the better way “Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues with injustice” (Prov. 16:8). Redeemer, Rescuer, You are our true Passover. Your blood alone covers sin. Your cross alone delivers from bondage. Your Spirit alone guides through the wilderness. So pass over us, Lord not because of our works, not because of our heritage, but because of the blood. Make us a pilgrim people, following the cloud and the fire, walking in the fear of the Lord, trusting not in ourselves, but in Christ, the Lamb slain, the Deliverer risen, the King who is coming again. Amen.
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