We pray for light in darkness
For quenching dry, parched lands
On behalf of future generations
As if we are unable to play a hand
We are desperate for something
We will gather in arenas
We raise our hands in colored lights
And wonder if God’s seen us
We’ll turn up all the volume
And follow influencers
We will even turn off everything
As if silence gives us answers
Meanwhile God has spoken
And must wonder if we’ve heard
Or if we’d simply prefer
He’d given different Word
He says to end oppression
And every form of yoke
He will unleash streams of blessing
As chains of poverty are broke
If we go out and feed the hungry
Bring the homeless into ours
Clothe those who are uncovered
Trusting He will water our flowers
It’s good to pray for movement
His Lordship He wants to prove
But remember in our praying
He’s empowered us to move
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