By: JANA GREENE
God, we’re hanging on down here
Sometimes by a thread,
Give us this day heaping grace,
With our daily bread.
They say this is the “normal” now,
They say the world’s appalling,
But I still feel your presence
Even through the awkward falling.
Increase our awareness of your hand,
As you daily conquer death.
Help us to see your grand design,
Be our very hope and breath.
I see you in every smile
and on every radiant face,
In every city, state, and land,
In every natural, sacred place.
I see you in the broken,
The hurting and the lost,
I so badly want to be like you,
And love at any cost.
You can’t help but love us
Through all of your creation,
So let us go forth with joy,
And sweet, divine celebration.
The world’s a hot mess
That is true,
There’s no denying the pain,
But help us to live joyfully, God
So the world can know love again.
Blessed be, sweet readers.