Pablo Picasso once said that all children are born artists. But our problem is that  somewhere along the way we forget who we are. We don't grow into creativity, we grow out of it. Come join us as we rediscover the joy of remembering who we are and what we were made to do.

Holy, Creating, Creative God,
We sing from the depths of our sorrow.
We sing from the abundance of our joy.
We sing in voices separate and unique.
We sing with one voice as your body.
May the words of our mouths, whether in speech or song,
and the meditations of our hearts, whether in prose or poetry,
be pleasing in your sight this day and every day. Amen.