I will rise up

Dear God: The world has gone nuts. Every symbol of trust has been turned into a marketing scheme; every pronouncement of care conceals deceit; every herald of hope disguises a threat.

Because the poor are despoiled, I will rise up, says the Lord.

They even use your Name to sponsor their vanity. The humble petition for blessing becomes a demand for national privilege.

God says: The groans of the needy inflame the heart of Heaven.

As Wall Street surges, main streets collapse. Tourists are catered; farmers, forgotten. Lavish housing abounds; affordable homes disappear. Lying lips manage the world and mortgage its future.

Have mercy, have mercy, bring safety and solace. O Blessed Redeemer, come near and condole us. We are here, are here, are here for You.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Psalm 12.