What do we do when we pray?
Sure, it’s nice and we got plenty to say
And maybe people’ll look at us and be moved and impressed by our seemingly compassionate words
Or how our seemingly broken hearts are portrayed?
But,
Does anything ACTULLY change?
Yeah, I know we talk a good game,
But does God, really hear these feeble attempts, these heartfelt cries, these most basic of words that only just about seem to reflect what we see with or natural eyes?
Maybe
Well
Let me paint you a picture
With a little help from scripture
(And, for the purposes of creating some visual imagery and expressing a little poetic licence, I will play the main part)
So I’m just sitting here
in the heat of the day
Jus lounging coz life’s been running away
The great trees are tall, and I’m loving the shade
But, my days about to change
Then
I’m awoken, by 3 figures in the distance,
This sets my mind skipping
They look like normal men, but there’s something distinctly different
It’s like standing in the presence of greatness
It’s like Gods right here, but he’s not, err well, I can’t really explain this
So I approach, I’m weary and nervous but
These guys seem to posses something that I simply can’t, not be around
Events unfold, stories get told
The likes of which my mind can’t even hold
But as the time comes to a close
The strangers stand to leave
But there’s something in them that seem to just call out to me?
So I follow, confused, but, expectantly
It’s as if....
There’s some kind of job, they have for me?
So we stroll a while and take in the view
The 3 seem to carry a wisdom that I can’t quite comprehend,
it’s in that vibe they send
It’s not shaped by words but by some kind of presence they exude????
They lead me up a narrow hill pass,
And as the evening closes in and the darkness starts to consume all that it sees
As we reach the brink of the hill
The cool of the night brings and uncomfortable chill
The night stands still
We gaze upon the view in front of us
And at the view, we stop
Below us lies the great city
And such pain screams out from the depths of it at such a level it just can’t be missed
Suddenly
As if he’d always been a part of me
GOD himself is standing right beside me
He simply says “I can’t take this”
“There needs to be an end to this”
Then there’s a moment to pause and reflect on the words in silence
A sudden rush fills my insides, and it’s not out of any sense of pride, or to mask any ideas of selfishness that manifest from inside
But as if prompted by some sense that my words could actually make a change
I blurt out some words, like my tongue cant be contained
“This can’t happen” I say
“There must be another way”
What if 50 good people were left in that city today?
Surly those lives are worth something,
No life is worth nothing?
OK
These strong humble words, speak of such faith and hope
Now I’m developing a lump in my throat
Coz, I don’t think I’m done
My faith and compassion are high
And I know I’m not talking to any ordinary guy
And that’s why
I feel I should say
“What if it’s a few less than that number left today?”
And so we go on, back and forth in heated debate
But unlike any bidding was I ever saw
The numbers don’t saw, but fall?
Back to back we let words ignite
And as the evening becomes the daylight
I finish my pledge
Just 10 left
What if just 10 were left
Please
Don’t leave this city for dead
Huh, you’ll never guess what he said....
Then I’m back to the here and now
Same heart, same mind, but living for now
And I’m left high above our own fair town
Right here
right now.
And as I observe with compassion in heart and a bright hope in hand, I begin to relies that I can’t save it.
At times I’d like to but
I can’t save it
But maybe
Dare I even consider?
That perhaps
My prayers could help change it?
Maybe this God can change it?
What if we could stand?
With truth in hand
Compassion in heart for this broken land
And simply ask God, to spare this town?
A rush of faith runs down my spine
I start to consider that these words of mine
Could play some tiny part, in Gods eternal plan.
So now, here I am
Only offering words
Simple words and a hope that God hears them tonight
If all I can do is cry out to you,
For the lives of these people then that’s what Ill dedicate myself to
And maybe you don’t know if it’s gonna work or if these words are true
But please
Put some hope in the same God of the first farther of faith, the first of the jews
And plead with me,
That hope grace and justice, might reign true
My prayer is simple
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
As it is up there,
Down hear let it come
In the lives of ............................(add your own names here)
Please, save our town,
Start in us
Start tonight
And then my mind turns to think
Was it God who’s heart that was turned?
Or was it me who’s only just starting to learn.......?
