Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call
to you,listen to my prayer.
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:1-2 (NIV)
Where
are you Lord, when the dysfunction of our government is paraded before the
world like cheap reality television?
Where
are you Lord, when our veterans who served faithfully to protect our freedoms
are forgotten?
Where
are you Lord, when people exploit one another for financial gain?
Where
are you Lord, when we stare in horror at the carnage of the latest victims to
the evil of terrorism?
Where
are you Lord, when businesses treat your children and creation callously—discarding
them without a care, like equipment that has served its useful life?
Where
are you Lord, when our families are grieving over the loss of our children to
illness, drugs and suicide?
Where
are you Lord, when our politicians live by their own set of rules at the
expense of the people they serve?
Where
are you Lord, when our justice system fails and the lawless are set free to
prey upon the innocent and our children—children who look to us to protect them
from harm?
Where
are you Lord, when we put our hope in the things of the world instead of in
You?
Where
are you Lord, when life is not viewed as sacred?
Where
are you Lord? Are You crying too?
Sovereign Lord, with broken hearts
we cry out to You to heal Your people and heal Your land. Lead us back to You,
our hope at the end of hopelessness.
Come Lord Jesus, come.
©
2017 Amy A. Verzi
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