Pray for Grace.
Pray for Peace.
Pray for Love.
Look up to the sky above
and plead our case,
tears on our face,
for fear that we’re
too late.
Begging for
another chance at fate.
So, the night wears on.
The dark before the dawn
is always coldest,
as the Sun takes to the sky.
We pick up the pieces,
crawl from our crooks and niches,
and look around to see
what the storm
has washed up on our beaches.
It isn’t easy to live
in this world,
and it’s all in His hands.
When He curls His fingers
we see our fortunes turn,
and we no longer burn.
We forget why we
were so concerned.
And then the clarion call.
The summons to the hall.
Tall orders come,
and suddenly, we feel so small.
Try to crawl
back into our holes and hovels,
for we know
all about the trouble
such adventures do involve.
So, we deny the calling,
as if God’s Word were falling
on deaf ears,
but clearly, we hear all things,
we just deny it.
And we wonder why
it’s all so hard.
Say we’re playing the cards
that we were dealt,
while we ignore the dealer,
whose table and who’s felt
we play upon.
We buy the con
that we are made
of sterner stuff,
but we cower
in the hour
that God calls our bluff.
We pray for Grace,
cry for Peace,
and yearn for Love.
Turn our eyes
up to the sky above
and speak the words
as if they won’t be heard,
but when they are
we turn away, disturbed.
Such silly, fickle creatures
are we.
Lost in our own divinity.
Detached from this vast reality,
but still beloved
far all eternity,
when Grace we seek.
DJR – 2023
