The oldest and most powerful prayers of the people of God in need are the Psalms. And since the earliest days of Christianity the people of God gathered needing to hear hope spoken into their lives. In these days of need I decided to combine the two. A new Sunday Psalm to call us to a prayer of hope.
In unending night
I cry out to you,
God of light.
Heed my whispers on tattered breath,
My prayers of uttered hopelessness.
Daily troubles, fed by dark, grow in size.
Fear, unreasoned, unrelenting towers,
With clenched fists and vacant eyes.
In response Hope shrinks and cowers.
My enemies make dismal parades,
Bumping past my tousled bed.
A ticker-tape of ghastly shades,
Banging through my sleepless head.
Oh God of Past, Present, and Tomorrow,
Like an awakened, caring Father,
Hearing my choking, consuming sorrow,
Come near my bedside, gather.
Banish fear and strengthen Hope
I hear You say,
“I Am here.
Sins of yesterday.
I Was there.”
The needy moment
Birthed just now.
I Am here.”
The hungry imaginings
I Am there.”
I Am with you