O MIGHTY LORD, the world tells me to run, hide, do anything, but do not stop.
The world tells me, do not seek rest for your soul, it’s useless. There’s too much to do, too much to worry about.
The tempter haunts me. He tempts me to run away all on my own.
The voices shout, all is lost, danger is near, run, hide, hate. Old fears and unhealed wounds open up again.
I see bombs fall, smoke rise, and 6 million dead now from sickness. Bodies lie still on the street.
The hurt amplified by the insanity and vanity of the powerful, the corrupt, the bombmakers, the invaders, and the instigators gathering around to fan the flames of war.
We cheer for victims facing death and call them heroes with a meme.
We dance like children around a nuclear fire while the cost of living soars.
The devil plays us like a fiddle.
We all must answer for the blood of the innocents.
What shall I do then, O Lord? What shall I do?
What can I do in the face of such turmoil and pain?
First of all Lord, I ask you, I beg you, give me rest. Give me rest from it all.
It’s been two long years, and the light at the end of the tunnel grows dark again.
Let me rest in the place that restores me no matter the circumstance, no matter the pain.
I melt in your arms, in your tender grace.
And there you tell me, rest child. Rest easy.
You are loved beyond all measure.
Despite the betrayal, hypocrisy, and lies that swirl around like a hurricane, in the Lord Almighty, there is always rest.
Your soul is safe in the bosom of God.
Then let my heart not be hardened, O Lord, despite the devastation, despite the hurt.
I see them pulling carts filled with cardboard piled sky high, digging in dumpsters looking for food or scrap metal.
Men, women, and children barely scraping by.
Let it not harden my heart, O Lord. Let me not look away.
And let me see your face in theirs.
May I not avert my gaze when you are there hurting right in front of me.
Rise up, O Lord, rise up!
Strike down the tempter that tells me all is lost.
Cast out the evil one that says my hurt has no cure.
I reject the lies of the enemy, in the name of my Lord Jesus, who takes away the sins of the world.
By his blood, I am cleansed and restored.
This is not a fantasy or an easy way out.
It is the Good News of salvation for this once broken man.
You are the Resurrection and the Life.
May your Body feed me, O mighty Lord.
May your Body rise up, O blessed Lord.
May we pray and praise you like there’s no tomorrow.
May we rise up together to face the new, smoke-filled dawn.
Let us see with courage and clarity past the fog and deception.
Let us see you there, waiting for us to feed, heal, visit, and clothe you.
May we hold our heads high as our redemption draweth near.
In the name of our Almighty Father, his beloved Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit of life,
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