Lord, shift our feet lest we fall;
help us to confront what lies atop, betwixt, and extending from the depths of our souls.
That which in error we believed was buried deep, covered by miry clay and dust and rock.
Lord with momentum, swing Your pendulum asynchronously.
A staccato rhythm intent on disorienting us-to reorient us.
Let these words stand in the gap for our leaders, for those fighting for our more perfect union, for those fighting for our indelible rights; for those truly fighting for freedom for all; instead of those settled into freedoms felt by some-sometimes or freedom felt by a few all of the time.
Riposte hatred lacks the glue necessary to fix our brokenness; only You can.
Shake the ground until we feel dissed and discomfort so that we can only look to You.
Cause an irritation and chafing of our souls for which only You are the balm. Amen.
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