He is risen! He is risen indeed! And yet….
Death rains and reigns.
Lies cry out.
And still He waits.
Your time is perfect,
Your grace severe,
Your patience intolerable
As children die
A bike lies fallen
Bodies draped with sheets
Cars become tombs
How many more will die
Before one more is saved for eternity?
And where are Your people?
Who will cry out “PEACE! STOP!”?
Who will sacrifice for war to end?
When will the world arise?
Are we so terrified of the killing machines we ourselves have created that we will allow thousands more to die, to be raped, maimed, orphaned, before we will say with our lives, “ENOUGH!”?
And what of my own hypocrisy?
Yes, I care more for the thousands in Ukraine
than the thousands in Syria.
Forgive me, Gracious Father.
Aleppo broke your heart as much as Mariupol.
Or more, for its forgottenness in the world.
Let my heart break for
the immigrants and refugees
wherever they are
whatever their skin or homeland or language or faith
Rise again, LORD Jesus
On this Easter morning.
Won’t you rise and bring death to its end
Judge the world
Strike down the brute
In the palace or the tent … or my own heart
LORD Sabaoth, LORD of Hosts
Bring an end to the reign of terror
Let the generals rise up against their commander
Let the privates lay down their arms
Let the officers and the sergeants end the atrocities
Reveal yourself as God of justice and wrath
Rise again, my Lord and my God.
You are a wordsmith with a a message that needs broadcast in large venues…you have put in concise terms what we all need to process and then respond to actively…thank you…