Divine Parent, please don’t lash out at Your
hurting children, wounded by Your anger,
beaten down under Your frown,
infested with guilt.
One hates herself for foolish binges;
deep in debt, she never stops weeping.
Another is old and listless
with a sore back killing him.
O God, we long to help ease their pain:
we sigh with her; his hurts crease our faces;
our hearts break for many more.
Our vision decays.
People avoid us, sick of our grieving
while landmines explode under children’s feet.
Strategists ignore dire needs;
officials deceive.
We turn inward, tongue-tied, waiting for You—
God, we trust You: please show us what to do.
May we not bow to tycoons
who boast of their loot.
Wise Judge, we admit our wrongs and failures
but we are despised for being poor.
Holy Spirit, help us endure;
keep our motives pure.
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