One I looked upon the world
With glasses colored rose.
I thought peace and tranquillity
Were what I would behold.
I dreamed that having faith
Would be the answer to all needs;
That love would flourish everywhere,
And all men would be free.
What I see, in reality —
Is a world that’s sometimes cold,
Full of people crying, hurting, suffering;
Their stories left untold.
And all too often, we of faith
Walk on the other side.
We shake our heads and scurry on.
We say, “The job’s not mine!”
A woman is abused:
We say, “Go bake your man a pie.”
Our ears are closed.
We cannot hear
The battered children cry!
They pound their heads upon the wall
And cry out to the town:
“Can’t you hear us? Can’t you see?!
IS ANYONE AROUND!?”
The frightened child cries in the night
“Oh, who will rescue me!?”
While all of her deliverers say,
“You surely can’t mean me!
I can’t be meant to take a risk
And venture from my safety!
There might be danger in that move;
It surely can’t be godly!”
And Jesus sees from heaven above —
He weeps with His heart broken.
He longs to comfort those who hurt,
But can’t wake up His chosen!
We stop our ears and cling to fears
From which we can’t be shaken.
But illusions fall
If we heed His call
To change and be forgiven.
Have mercy on us, Lord above,
According to Your kindness.
Continue to open our eyes, oh God!
Deliver us from blindness!
Give us hearts to reach out
In Your mercy and Your grace
To those who need to know
You bear their shame
And their disgrace.
(From “Tamar’s Prayer” 1988)