Our God and our King, be our gravity.
Our hearts forge idols faster than we can smash them. Desires demand our affections before we can order them. Every planet in the solar system of our hearts strives to seize control and make itself the center of our lives.
Your Son must be our sun.
Many of these orbiting worlds are good, but only in their proper orbit. Be our gravity!
May everything that fails to honor you be consumed by your matchless light and heat.
Hold the planets in their orbits. Order our affections. Smash our idols. Be our gravity.