Weary of warring factions
within, without, we are too
tired, too conflicted to
decide what’s worth doing and
whether any candidate
or cause merits our support.
Yet Your Shalom remains our goal.
Each day’s blessings increase belief:
someone’s always interceding;
angels must be intervening;
close calls with cars yield sweet phone calls
telling miracles of timing.
Fighters falter but Love keeps us
firmly grounded. Hear us, Master:
crown Your servant leaders’ efforts.