Lullaby

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
rest and dream of what may be.
When you wake a song shall fly
of God’s good work to set us free:

From fear and fray
to joy’s display,
ne’er overwhelmed by evil’s forces.

From mine to yours
restitution outpours
undeterred along heaven’s courses.

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
claim God’s name with jubilee.
Take your ache to Holy Salve
and love in Heavn’s fierce company.

Flooded

Still earth storms and trembles.
Still nations war and rage.
Still people hate and denigrate.

Where is Your deliverance, O LORD?
Where is Your help and Your strength?
Where is the promised transformation?

Still we boast and bicker.
Still we deplete and doubt.
Still we cling to hell when heaven is at hand.

When will our actions catch up to our confessions?
When will we believe Your revelation?
When will we live as part of one another?

Still Your love permeates and agitates.
Still Your grace blooms and nurtures.
Still Your hope generates a song on weary tongues.

This is our prayer, O God Most Glorious: for renewal and reparation, for direction and healing, for joy to swallow us up before hatred sweeps us away, for kinship and understanding to become our salvation, for the defeat of evil among us and the exorcism of lies & greed within us. This is our prayer, Gracious and Living God: to be loosed from fear for the freedom of peace, to grow in faith and be bound to Your mercy, to be acceptable before You and unceasing in Your praise.

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Psalm 130

I long for You, O Steadfast Love,
like the morning glory longs for dawn;
and yet if You turned Your gaze my way
how could I stand in Your sight?

I long for You, O Foolish Hope,
like the desert longs for the rain;
and yet if You flooded over me
how could I keep my footing?

I long for You, O Whispered Word,
like a parched tongue longs for a fountain;
and yet if You poured out in holy speech
how could I have courage to hear?

Famine

Go away from me!

Christ, have mercy. I am broken and beaten down, worn and weary, and too discouraged to brave the sight of you. I am starved by the hatred of the world. Go away — your glory only reminds me of my imperfection, your grace shames my sin.

Come closer to me!

Christ, be near. I am broken and beaten down, worn and weary, and too discouraged to be alone without you. I am starved by the demons of my own heart. Come closer — your glory reminds me that there is beauty, your grace distills my soul to peace.

Speak to me here.

Spirit, guide me where I am. Amid shifting sands and swirling winds, through change and grief and torment, be the roots that hold me fast to all creation. Patience is scarce, and I am hungry for wisdom. Call me to be present here where I am, here where you are.

Provide for me there.

Spirit, equip me where I am going. Amid shifting sands and swirling winds, through change and grief and torment, be the promise that compels my journey. Imagination is scarce, and I am hungry for direction. Embolden me to go where I am sent, to go where you are.

Do not delay!

Most Holy God, be swift. These days are fleeting, this life burns like grass, and your children long for redemption more than the morning sun. Where healing is hoarded and miracles squandered, take up your name with urgency — creation weeps loudly for you.

Persist forever!

Most Holy God, be faithful. These days are fleeting, this life burns like grass, and your children long for justice that endures the deepest night. Where hope is hoarded and forgiveness squandered, take up your name for all eternity and generations will praise you.

on Genesis  45:-15 and Matthew 15:21-28

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