Oh God, give us courage,
but don’t make us use it,
give us peace in a lullaby land.
Give us truth with no lie
that we have to stand up to,
no deception we don’t understand.
Make our enemies flee
before we even meet
and our friends always think
that we’re cool,
and though we break it freely,
make our families
always keep the golden rule.
Yes, we accept that
at times we’ll be tested,
and we know we’re supposed to rejoice,
but that will be easier
if You only expect us
to circle some multiple choice.
Make our dreams come true,
make our ministry grow,
make us feel like the heroes we are;
give us so many blessings
we’re no longer tempted
to envy the Instagram stars.
We’re only asking
with pure intentions
and worship-centered hearts—
we do want to follow,
but we’re so out of shape,
and You’re moving too fast and too far.
Backyard Apricots 