Lord, Hear My Prayer

Lord:

Where does my strength come from

To walk another day

The earth is full of such nonsense

How do we even find time to pray.

Frailties of the body are the way we are made

Could that be part of the story

That it’s not about us we might learn

It’s about you and your glory.

When do you make your appearance

In what form of yours do we await

Or do we keep on looking

While in this barren land we make our paths straight.

The right seems to know it all

It garners many of the votes

The left reacts with frustration

We have nothing of which to gloat.

Righteousness does not rule this land

We have injustices all around

The world is full of corruption

In our stench I think we’ll drown.

The book I just read this morning

Has the prophet yelling at his people

Woe to those who idolize injustice

We’re headed toward more upheaval.

We glorify our guns and our rights

We offer thoughts and prayers for the deceased

We return to our busy lives

And continue to feed this beast of a beast.

In what do we put our hope

Do we place it still in you

Or do we move on to another

Or stay with what we know is true.

I trust you move in our world

You use people and moments

And we are reminded of the fallacy

Of putting our hope in our governments.

Our hope is in you Lord,

Our faith is in those you have called

To march and protest for what is right

Lest with wrong we are way too enthralled.

Inspiration is found all around us

In Dallas, DC, and Raleigh they speak

There is hope in the words of the movement

It is righteousness and justice we seek.

Bless our efforts, Oh Lord,

Remind us toward what we all move

To make the world a better place

And the matters of which you approve.

Amen