Broken
world,
Broken lives.
Scattered
fragmented pieces,
Rather than beauty
and wholeness.
Violent
thoughts,
Violent
deeds,
Actions
filled with hatred,
In the place
of comfort and love.
Babe in a
manager,
Savior on a
cross,
Your purpose
was healing.
We are
guilty of wounding.
Our
fractured world,
Our broken
land,
Our sinful
hearts cry out,
Only you can
make us whole.
All creation
groans,
In anticipation,
Make the
crooked straight,
Make the
rough places plain.
You came
once humbly,
Come now in
power.
May every
knee bow to you alone,
Creator,
Sustainer, Sovereign Lord.
Merciful
Father,
Hear our
cry!
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