The state of our union is not what we’d like. There’s growing division. The dawn’s early light has morphed into darkness and shrouded our hope that unity can be restored.
A Congress divided. A White House beet-red from classified docs Biden wants put to bed. And fears of recession that won’t go away just add to our growing despair.
There’re protests in cities. Things aren’t black and white when it comes to policing and criminals’ rights. The blindfold of Justice needs to be retied while those who are guilty are judged.
The Church is in conflict over what Scripture means. Are it’s teachings still timeless or what culture deems? Should preachers be silenced from speaking their minds? Has tolerance trumped what was truth?
Yes, the state of our union is fragile at best. There’s constant division and brewing unrest. We need a revival of psyche and soul. May God bless our nation again!
Lord of Life, Lord of Love, whether we’re pro-life or pro-choice, we’re amateurs when it comes to disagreeing agreeably. Help us learn to love our enemies as You taught.
Regardless of our views on when life begins, may love begin anew each day as we voice our opinions without malice or spite. May we resist attempts from either side that would seek to abort the spirit of Christ within us.
Protect us from killing one another with words… or worse.
May Your Kingdom come. May Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
Your Majesty, your Jubilee now calls to mind your reign that’s showered countless Brits with more than tea. Your subjects curtsy and they bow with homage in their hearts. You represent their love of royalty.
“God, Save the Queen” they proudly sing as palace guards stand tall. The lyrics of this anthem voice their prayer, that God would guide your every step and give to you long life, that you might sense God’s presence everywhere.
Elizabeth, the world-at-large now celebrates your rule. Beyond your realm we recognize your face. We are not blind to griefs you’ve known or critics of The Crown. But through it all, we marvel at your grace.
Your Majesty, we mark your reign (three-score-and-ten grand years) as flags fly high and banners are unfurled. Your Jubilee provides a peek at that for which we long… real peace and oneness in our war-torn world.