We were patients in God’s waiting room:
wretched and weeping we waited until
Someone heard us crying, drew us from gloom
to gladness, murky swamp to lofty hill.
Spirit infuses us with New Praise Poems
(may they rouse others with awe for God).
People who trust God will enjoy Shalom,
immune to all the hype of demigods.
God plans and acts in countless wondrous ways.
Words fail us: God, You’re incomparable!
You ask nothing for us to do or say
yet through us You make Yourself palpable.
We hear and see ourselves in Your Story.
Hearts united, we yearn to follow You:
we pray our work will bring You honour, God;
we bare our souls to show Your Love is True.
Keep us near You, Holy One: protect us
from harms others do or we do ourselves.
We are inundated, losing focus
in blame-and-shame mazes again. God, help!
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