Attack the attackers, God.
Suit us with Hate-Proof Armour,
wielding Your Word Baton.
Holy Spirit, be our Secret Service;
blow away life-draining demons.
Some try lacing truth with nonsense:
catch them with their own catch phrases;
shock them by their own short circuits.
I shout from my truest self:
“God, You are the Greatest!—
Champion of the helpless poor.”
Fast talkers fire questions,
hurl barbs into peace talks.
Those we have cared for like family
smile at our misery.
God, why the centuries long delay?
Come, rescue us from fear’s clutches;
we long to praise You in great crowds.
God, stop blind, proud haters; stop those
mockers of humble Earth-Tenders;
shame those who kick people around.
Let justice-doers’ joy erupt in song,
honoring You Who enjoy
filling Your servants’ lives with joy.
God, may all our voices laud You always.