Everything speaks to us of your faithfulness, Lord:
The day that follows the night,
The rainbow in the clouds after the rain,
A new shoot on a withered stump,
The birth of a child…
You ensure that the Hope of the world never dies.
But we have unfaithful memories,
we so often forget your blessings.
Where violence and war rage, let your Sun of Justice rise.
After denial and doubt,
let the rainbow of your Peace shine in our hearts.
Our contrasting world, our old, worn-out world,
shaken by so many crises, will it die or give birth?
May the Child come, Lord, the Prince of Peace,
and may the Hope of the world be reborn through Him.