To plead for His hearing when we pray.
Some
are contrite, others demand
Get
it together, you foolish man.
Some
demean, others quiet
Looking
blankly toward the blinding light.
With
heads bowed low we generously pray
Who
is to confess the meanings of what we say.
Some
are prayers of the right
Preaching
righteousness and vengeance with might.
Some
are prayers of the left
We
all are a mess, left bereft.
Prayers
from the middle, let us pray
Words
of conciliation, we hope, we say.
Civility
is now here in this sanctuary, this room,
Waiting,
waiting, waiting, our return to the tomb.
Some
are prayers of hope
Com’on,
man, don’t mope!
Longing
for the day.
We
have all gone astray.
Some
are prayers beseeching those who’ve gone before
Kindly
leave your offering at the door.
Let
us pray, let us demand
Expect
of God His slight of hand.
We
are so feeble, so frail and so fickle
I
think I’ll go buy a burger with my last nickel.
Amen,
and yeah verily I say, “Amen!”
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