LORD, why does it feel like You’re so far away?
Why do I have trouble finding You in my troubles?
I could go on and on about how
wicked ways seem to prosper,
and helpless people get crushed,
but I know You know.
O LORD, arise! Lift Your hand to help!
The wicked think You won’t,
but I know You see and note wrongdoings.
Take them in hand!
Helpless ones commit themselves to You.
Don’t leave us Fatherless!
Break the hold of evil on us, and call
us into account for anything not of You
until You find nothing ill in us.
LORD, be our King forever
for people and nations perish without You.
Hear our desires, O LORD.
Strengthen our hearts.
Incline Your ear to us and do justice
to those who feel oppressed
and Fatherless without You.
Let no one on earth strike us
prayer-a-phrased by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2017