Keeping it real

Each morning I pray, as Christ taught: "Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done." 

Then I pray that MY will would be done in everyone else's life.

And spend the rest of the day trying to make MY kingdom come.

A Hymn of Lament for Good Friday

(to the tune of Silent night)

Silent day. Holy week.

All is dark. All is bleak.

Round the mother is sorrow and woe.

The Son of God is buried alone.

Weep in heavenly grief.

Weep in heavenly grief.

Silent day. Holy hush.

Dreams have died. Hopes are crushed.

Friends are gathered in rooms above,

Abandoned by the One they loved.

Christ the Savior has died.

Christ the Savior has died.