Father/Mother God,
in whom we live and move and have our being -
Evening comes and in the quiet darkness
we are grateful that you do not leave us alone,
but are with us through this night
and into tomorrow.
We rest in your love and care.
Woodwinds sigh and squeal, horns blare, drums rumble, kids run - moon over it all. First band concert in new bandshell.
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