We pray, closing eyes, bowing head.
We cry, wringing hands, clutching side,
Illness strikes, suicide shocks, hope dies,
Promise fades, friends vanish, only lies.
Hurting eyes begin to glisten,
Surely God will pause to listen,
Will apply salve to this hurt,
Showing no fear of oozing wart.
Increasing pain tears starved souls apart,
Searing stab wounds pierce each heart,
Spiritual wounds, but still great pain;
We cry to God, “Don’t prayer disdain.”
We pray, closing eyes, bowing head;
We listen; we wait with great dread.
Morals rotting, guns flashing – such hate!
Choices fewer; is prayer too late?
Flowers blossom, bees visit, life renew;
Sun rises; light gives brighter hue,
Dispels the darkness, revives hope.
We pray, closing eyes; we can cope.
O God who created the light, who calls us out from darkness, we falter when we see scenes of destruction, we question when terrorists slay children and call it your will. Illness, violence, darkness of the soul distort the beauty of this world you created. Remind us where beauty lies. Help us to see the good; teach us how to overcome, how to hope, and how to cope once again. In Jesus’ name, Amen.