Be thou our vision, oh Lord of our hearts.
Be thou our vision as we weep, as we shake, as we seek to understand. Be thou our vision as we are filled with anger and rage and fear and terror. Oh, Lord, as we try to figure out how to face a Monday. Oh, God, as we have to see people.
Be thou our vision as we scroll, and scroll, and scroll, and scroll.
We need you closer than our breaths.
We need you to hold us as we wonder who else will hold us. Who will contact us? Who will tell us we are loved?
Be thou our vision as we imagine. Imagine the clubs we go to. The clubs where we find You, the clubs where we find sanctuary.
Oh, Lord, the one we cling to. The one we question. The one we look at with fear in our eyes: “what if they’re right?” Be thou our vision.
We are so scared. Oh Lord, we are scared as we look at those claim you, be thou our vision. Because, it is clouded.
It is clouded.
Be thou our wisdom as we seek to engage. Be thou our wisdom as we struggle with words, as we feel the anger. Be thou our wisdom as we learn to protect ourselves with each passing comment. Each erasure. Each subtle word. Give us wisdom to walk away. To stand on the ground that you give.
We need you near. Cling to us as we run away from you. Cling to us as we glare at you. Cling to us as we wonder if it’s worth it any more. As we see our hope disappear.
We don’t know what to do.
We need your heart, oh heart of our heart. Because our hearts are hardening. Our hearts are breaking. Our hearts don’t want to do this any more.
And as we look at the faces. The names. The ones who have reached bright heaven’s sun. We cry. We weep. Be thou our vision.
Because we don’t understand.
We don’t understand.
We need you.
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