Nameless night time poem.

There’s a stirring that I don’t understand,
When compassion is the last thing I feel.
A deep longing to take part in your plan.
A heavy weight that pushes me to kneel… 

Move me to pray for a world that is hurting,
Torn and divided but still we’re flirting
With power and fame,
Seduced without shame,
By empty promises that house
But a dying flame. 
For our cult of the self,
Our addiction to wealth,
We’re sorry and we turn to cry
We need your help. 
Move us to repent,
For even as the ones you’ve sent,
We’re tempted by a gospel 
That was never what you meant. 
Take the shackles off our feet,
Release our tongues to pray,
To intercede for a broken world
And with our lives now to obey.
Fill us, send us, guide us, use us.
Bring your kingdom near us.
Build your kingdom now on earth,
Your will be done, God, hear us. 

About Claire

@claireylegs Keen on Jesus. Keen on justice. Ministry assistant in the Great North East. Blogger. Find me in: coffee shop / church / pub / bed.
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