To those this day who have no peace,
be their peace.
We want to see you
bursting through clouds,
coming down in rage and fire
to end evil, to rout
the rebellious proud, to bring
to justice the liars,
to put down those who would
seize and savage your people.
We, the outraged, want vengeance.
You astonish us, God,
with your silence.
Bring peace, we cry,
and you wait for us
You come like a breath,
like a mustard seed we carry.
Your word, spoken,
could fill the room if we let it,
could remind us of our dusty shoes
lying in the shadows,
of our unscarred delivered feet
made strong to walk the way.
Bring peace, you cry,
4 thoughts on “Peace (Five Minute Friday)”
These words are beautiful and capture some of my unspoken prayer thoughts for our world right now. Thank you!
I, too, sometimes (often, maybe) wonder why God appears not to intervene, to impose His will and His ways upon us – then I remember that He gave us free will.
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I want His raging wind to blow,
see Him in clouds fiery,
‘cept for one thing I do know,
that the rebel heart is in me.
I know just what is right wrong,
what gives the Lord a hissy fit,
and start to sing His holy song,
then go and do the opposite.
Why the slide to malfeasance,
why compulsion to find sin
that would make the devil wince?
Oh, where do I begin
to outpace this cloying night,
and for once just get it right?
Amen, What a wonderful poem and a blessed message within. Blessings.