Dear Lord, I Mourn

Dear Lord, I mourn

For a world shaken and bruised.

Bruised by the affects of sin

Leaving many lost and confused.

Things never seem to be ideal

And so many ask themselves why.

Why can't we love our brother?

Why can't we value life?

Why can't we love unconditionally,

Even when we don't agree?

Why can't we move beyond our hurts?

Why can't we just break free?

Dear Lord, I mourn

For Your creation divided.

Divided by social constructs

That You Yourself never cited.

Divided by what injustices 

Are thought to be worse,

Praying for all the same things

But divided in what we hope You change first.

Divided by what we believe 

Is a suitable stance

About which methods to employ

To make humanity advance. 

Dear Lord, I mourn

For those who are hurting

But then take all that hurt 

And turn it into burning

Down the very cities
And towns where they sleep.

Not caring if it harms their brothers

Even those who also weep.

Wanting to find an outlet

For all the pain and despair 

But when they look up from the rubble

Find they have gotten nowhere.

Dear Lord, I mourn

For those in deep blue

Sworn to serve and protect

But sin sometimes breaks through

Who fall short of Your glory

And grow tall in their pride

Whose actions sometimes leave

Trails of tears being cried.

For those in uniform 

Who are killed and harassed

Grouped in with those who do wrong

Though they themselves stand aghast 

Dear Lord, I mourn

For the paradise lost

For wanting to be our own gods

But not grasping the cost.

Not just in knowing 

what is good and what is evil,

But choosing which is which

With our hearts so deceitful!

Looking for our own justice

Instead of to the just Judge.

Not looking for true forgiveness

But on ways to enact a grudge.

You, Creator of everything

Knowing just how it should be,

Are the only avenue for solace 

The only avenue for peace.

You sent Your only Son

To die for all this

But many focus on their own way

And Him they dismiss.

But it is You who calls the weary and burdened

Who says to them find rest

Who promises to sustain them

And to this I can attest. 

You have given us Your Word of truth

Through Your Word we hear Your voice

So although dear Lord, I deeply mourn

It is in this that I REJOICE.