Our hearts are parched with thirst for justice.
When can we see You in Syria?
Are You with us in Nigeria?
Your precious poor mothers and daughters
walk miles and hours for water.
We close our eyes and see their blank stares.
We search and research, give and forgive.
Your Pure Word cascades in memory’s glade
but jaded jibes siphon our spirits.
It’s Advent and grandmas need to vent.
We’re drowning in words, insane with grief
for child slaves and refugee babies.
Love, when will we hear You in Haiti?
Peace Prince, are You still in Palestine?
Please come soon, Dearest Love, Only Hope!