I pray when you are homeless someone takes you in.
I pray when you have fallen someone picks you up.
I pray when you are hungry someone keeps you fed.
I pray when you are tired, you find a safe space to rest your head.
I pray when you are lonely you have found a friend.
And I pray when you are broken some one sees you. Really sees you. Sees who you are, who you have been, and who you could be.
I pray with out ceaseing that the light inside you, when it begins to fade, that you have someone there to remind you why you even have a flame.
My friends I hear your storys and hear you pain, and I just wish I could be the rain and make it all melt away.
But all I can do is point you to the one who came.
The one that came knowing death would have his name.
But could claim life eternal for his fame.
I don't know what I believe about heaven.
I do know I believe in hell.
That hell is the opposite of brethern.
Hell is lonliness.
Torment.
Shame.
Disease.
Suffering.
Pain. Insurmountable amounts of pain.
This is why I pray.
Even when it feels like prayer is not enough of a change.
We need peace.
We need change.
We have convinced our selves that love is not enough.
That acts of kindness get too rough.
Cause Trouble won't go and peace won't stay.
So Let me point you to the one of whom we trust.
