Father, we hate that your world is broken,
and we confess that we are broken, too.
Our hearts break at the brokenness of this neighborhood,
and at our own inadequacy to fix any of it.
How long, O Lord, will you let your people suffer,
and let those created in your image languish in poverty,
fear, rejection, abuse, imprisonment, addiction, relentless sorrow?
Come and save; come and restore;
heal our hearts; without you we are completely lost.
Faith Improvised 
athanasius96
Maranatha. Amen.
S Wu
A profound prayer. Like the lament psalms, it speaks something from our very heart.
S Wu
By the way, do you mind if I post this prayer in my blog? I will cite your name and include a link to this post. Let me know. Thank you!
timgombis
You’re very welcome, S.!