God of all that is, was, and will be
Have mercy on me
As I stumble, lost
In my ways,
Ignorant of what I’ve done,
Now, dismay has taken a hold of me.
Have mercy on us, heart sick are we,
Whose joy is gone
With grief upon us
We mourn, for dismay has taken a hold of us.
Defiled are we, buying the poor for silver
The needy for sandals,
Our pockets full,
Theirs empty, and
Now, dismay has taken a hold of me.
Is there no balm to soothe this sin sick world?
Gracious God who lifts
The needy and raises the poor
Who urges within us
Have mercy on us, hear our prayers
May the intercessions in my heart
Become the actions of my hands
May my feet move into the ash heap
May I work to restore hope
May I work to restore justice
May I work to restore love
May I be bear the balm that soothes
As you would have me do
And may there be thanksgivings for everyone.
Amen.
Crossposted on RevGalBlogPals and SeekingAuthenticVoice
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